Don't You Just Hate It

Don't you just hate it when clearly defined cardinal rules turn into one jumbled fuck up?
Don't you just cringe when black and white turns into a shit lot of shades of grey?
Doesn't it vex you when nobody really knows the full story but judge you anyway?
Sins of the flesh...they say...
an escape...a torrid torrid love affair...
I think it's worse when you choose the same type of person just a different kind of sin...
Don't you just hate it when you start to empathize with the sins of the father only when
you have dipped you naughty little hand into the cookie jar...
Fuck cookies...they are so scrumptious..so irresistible...
especially when it's your favorite...the dark chocolate chip kind...
Mmmmmh...yum!!!!
But wait...don't you just fucking hate it when a moment on the lips is a lifetime on the hips...
Shaking my fucking head...how am I going to rationalize this one?
Hmmmm!!!!
"It doesn't have to be complicated, just come over...we play...then you leave."
"I promise, I am not using you...except for sex..."
How am I going to talk myself out of this one?