Shakespeare: Sonnet 129
The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
This poem stuck with me since high school - who knows why. It's literally about lust but could be about any restless, addictive behavior. It's when you get a jones for something you know you're better off without. When you jump in the car at 3 A.M. to buy a pack of cigarettes. When you drink that third cosmopolitan, knowing you'll be sick as a dog in the morning. When one piece of fudge is too much and the whole pan is not enough. You know that the wiggling worm is attached to a hook, but you bite anyway. The perversity of human nature.
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