Tempt Me Not

Tempt, tempt me, just a temp.

Look, look me over, just another temp.

Help me, help me, just not for temp...

work.

I am out,

Too make it right, 

Just don't be a temp.

Oh, yet you are just tempting,

Worrying about for how long.

Bong goes the bell,

Dawn goes as well.

103 seconds...Jimminey!

She stuffed her face with a third triumphant crumpet. I stood staring at this disgusting blob of society engorging on....treats?  The crumbs bounced down her rotund body and on to the floor, resembling the cascading downside of a fired work.  The mind mitigated cognition, yet tried to comply.  I started to open my mouth, yet I was afraid what would result, in the outside...world.  She continued consenting to the appealing succulent sounds of such possessively steaming treats...so sublime.  I motioned to decline a look of any kind, mind starring thru time, looking for the place when humans begin to gorge instead of forage.  It immediately brought me back to recent lives, so complacent, so much trashy slime...inside.  I understand now, how we American humans are the gluttons of times.  History will not look upon the G-Wiz or Prii...no, no.  It will focus on the disproportionate amount of waste humans produced at this time, their crap is in the land-fill and in my locale street.  I have been out mountain biking and seen the wrapper off this women's treat!