Gluttony on the Cruise Ship
Where we suppress our common sense

Hurry, kids — come on, honey! Le's fill up our cheeks with sugar. Let's eat all we can. Stuff ourselves eating pies and funnel cakes at sea, tasting ice cream churro sundaes — how cold and sweet — how crispy.
There is no time for sour. All the bitterness has disappeared. I may feel faint and dizzy from the fruity syrup on my banana split, but isn't life about gluttony?
Don't worry about the stomach pain, kids. I have plenty of children's antacids. If you get the runs, I have a bottle of Imodium A-D.
I don't care about being careful, or staying away from foods that cause my gout; the burning and the swelling will only last a month.
So, let's forget that diabetes runs in the family. Let's suppress our common sense because we're on a mission to consume — Everybody, we're on a Caribbean cruise!
© 2022 Mark Tulin
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