Conscience

The little voice murmurs
Don't do it, it isn't right
My hand stills, the top button undone.
But I want to...it's what I need.
Nobody will ever know I did it...
The second button opens and I head for the third.
I'm warning you, you'll regret it
it murmurs again
I turn up the music to drown it out releasing the third.
It speaks louder...
You'll have to face yourself in the morning
I throw my hands over my ears,
a desperate attempt to silence the voice!
In silence, I wipe the mess from my hand...
Jiminy Cricket will not curtail me again.
My buttonfly open, I enjoy my sundae.