There is one thing in this world
To which a man’s worth will bind
Indulgence in it is danger, but without it,
Himself he cannot find

Without it he will starve
A life unknown from start to end
A cure of wealth and fame and power
A flavorful, fatal blend

Of sauces rich and rare
Served upon a silver plate
A careful cliff down which he stares
Of his self-fulfilling fate

Without this sustenance, he wanders
But at what grueling cost?
The man himself, if he is gluttonous,
May become lost in the sauce