Fuck Moderation by Paul Hellweg‏

Untimely death acceptable,
but only with a large side of
raw, edgy poetry.
Medium thin-crust pizza delivered too fast,
garlic and veggies,
mushroom, onion, green pepper.
Not enough minutes elapsed
from last drink
for synapses to fire and
write something memorable.
Next time, no hurry,
fuck the veggies,
fuck thin-crust,
large pepperoni pizza for me.
Damn the cholesterol, full speed ahead,
extra cheese, extra pepperoni,
no limit on beer and Scotch.
Anything.  Whatever it takes
for a few moments pain free or
the writing of one poem
good enough to justify
this existence.