He sat next to the source of his innermost longing
With only an empty pocket to buy nothing
He glared at it lustfully
And hated its very existence
For this road only leads south.

His mouth watering
Body shaking
This lustrous temptation hard to resist
Snaked his hand around the basket
Snatching some, he ran
And right by the corner
His travails began
Again, he’s lost in the abyss of lustful destruction.
...
We watched it all with sadness
In mind, all our failed helpful attempts
Rejected with contempt
Now we’re helpless.

We are all addicted
One to substance
Others to failure
Harder and harder
We try again.