The Succulent Turkey drew my attention,
Beckoning me with its plump figure
How could i resist its alluring whispers?

Nay! I become familiar with my triggers

For its piquant facade
May curse my wild tongue
In a state like a drunk

Cease this at once! I must sway towards reason

Yet i overhear the others consume the dead brute
Munching on its Crisp outer skin,
while sipping on fresh gin

O, how plush the meat is! My body trembles

Woe to my eyes! Hail my sense
As its aroma tempts my stomach into hysteria
Breaking my barriers!

Halt! I cannot control myself!

My hand hovers above the Corpse
Yes, It is a feast in the name of Jesus,
its point to please us
However i cannot continue
to over-indulge, i must flee!

My reasoning for this,
some may comprehend

I confess to the lord i am gluttonous
Everyday I struggle to cope with my habits
Every swallow of good shoves the melancholy down
temporarily,
Thus, the cycle continues.

I witness this day as the birth of Jesus Christ
Yet this celebration
I musn't take part in.