At my desk I sit engaged in work bromidic, feeling caged.
My lunch nearby, I eat a bit and soon I'm wanting more.
Restless, fidgeting, chafing, fussing, suddenly there comes a light.
A light not seen, but in my mind abhor
Stay away from the vending machine door,
The vending machine with snacks galore.
My steel resolve I begin to doubt, I bite my nails and think about
Cookies, candy, chips and cake galore,
The snacks displayed upon the shelf, I silently reprimand myself,
"Stay away from the light of the vending door"!
"Keep your money in your pocket", to myself I implore.
It's a candy store and nothing more.
My duties I am shirking now, obsessed and yet I disavow
My inner voice that says "Come! Come and get some more"!
This compulsion, this monkey on my back that so desperately wants a snack,
No! Stay away from the vending machine door!
It's tricking you. It's just a door with snacks behind it. Nothing more.
Open! Open, vending machine door!
O! Vending machine, it's you I blame for this appetite I cannot tame!
I can't resist this candy store. I cannot fight you anymore.
My fifty cents I'm going to spend. I can't prevent or refuse it.
I'll break my back to get a snack, you snack-vending whore!
In goes my money. Out comes a cake, a cake from the open door.
I promise now, a solemn vow, till next time, nevermore.
