This donut, you must know will do the following if you consume it:
This donut will keep you from having the perfect body, this donut will keep you from finding true love, inner peace and the perfect relationship with the perfect person who we will assume has not consumed this donut.
This donut will, if it passes your lips will keep you from getting the perfect job, from climbing mountains from seeing the word from being praised and loved and cherished by your fellow human beings and – horror upon horror, especially your Facebook Friends!
This donut,so pure, so tasty so delightful to the eye will corrupt every single hope and dream you have ever had.
I ate two of them a few days ago and this is what happened.
I had some great laughs, my dog did great learning his lessons, I started reading a book about the man who discovered Uranus and I took some great pictures.
Plus I did some writing that I was happy with right out of the gate.
I suppose my life would have been really great had I not scarfed those tasty donuts. I would have been desirable, I would have known perfection and what it’s like to be a complete and perfect human being- pure of mind, body and spirit.
Let me tell you though, the poem I wrote said exactly what I wanted to say.
I learned that William Herschel is a true inspiration to anyone who wants to bring art and science and music into their lives and that you can do it on your own with books, with study and participating and engaging with other people with enthusiasm and patience.
I learned from reading about Herschel that little things like failure are a nuisance- and that they are not life ending deal breakers.
I ate those donuts and mind and body came through the experience, can you believe it?
My dog still loves me with those donuts in my ignorant gut and my cat did not kill me when I accidentally hit his murder button and my friends and family did not shun me.
So yes, I did eat the donut.
Therefore I will never know perfection . I have consumed sugar and fat and chemicals sneaked into my food by Big Pharma and made by bakers who probably don’t ride bikes instead off driving cars and sold in a building owned by people who dare to leave their carbon footprints all over a planet that will be consumed by the Sun when it finally gives up the ghost.
I am told I should be ashamed and okay I probably was for two entire seconds- or however long it took me to get the donut out of the wrapper and into my mouth.
In that moment, I am being made to understand, I destroyed every and any small chance I ever had at making myself acceptable in the sight of my fellow humans.
But have Mercy, it was a good day all the same.
Daily Prompt: Toxic