Why do bad choices always taste so good?
Is it my judgement or my intuition which fails me?
My ego or my will?

Am I overthinking my dilemma?
Should I sit down with a hot cup of tea and a good book?
Will the answer to my question arrive of its own volition?

Why did I not do that?
Was that a bad choice?
How did it taste?

Like apple pie and chewing gum!