Crabdip: A Metaphor

I can’t eat it

I won’t

But it’s so good

So I did

It was okay

The pita had gone a little stale

I was elated in the moment

I kept wanting more actually

Like way more

I had a lot pretty fast

Not savoring

Just consuming

Rapidly

With an almost vengeance

Like this crab dip will solve all my problems

Cure all my shortcomings

But alas

It didn’t

It couldn’t

Because it was just crab dip

I wish I had the will power

To not have partaken

But it was so appetizing

It was so available

It pursued me (swear)

I wish I had been more thoughtful

More considerate

Someone who would see the crab dip

As a symbol of what wasn’t mine to take

To eat

To enjoy

It wasn’t for me

I tried but it wasn’t

And now I really know

How not for me it was

I’ll never eat crab dip again: thanks.

I’m sorry I fucked up. Forgive me someday okay?