I don’t know why,
I can’t stop but buy,
Those crispy stuff that fat certify,

I don’t know when,
I’ll stop going back for them again,
This despite my resolve,
From these oily things to absolve,

They’ve always had an upper hand,
One look at them and my resolve slithers like quicksand,
I wish I could be more firm,
And squash this urge for the oily germ