At first lick of the lips.

How loud is the chorus in your head?
When did it start singing so strongly
you were forced to pay it your full attention?

Did you give it free rein?

Does it rule from the high-back controller
at the top of your mind even now?

Knowing, laughing, reeling,
about the board with you?

Some sunny morning debate wresting the joy-stick
tho you know in your bones
the sullen carousing is more fun this way

You could never lead you astray.
So they are welcomed again and again.
You nodding, bowing, submissive,
being bested by your swelling appetites.