All I hear is “Control this

Control my insatiable greed

Control my urge to call it “need”

Control the overwhelming pull of lust

Control my belief that physical affection is a must

Control the wasteful habit of gluttony

Control the desire to consume everything I see

Control the perceived comfort from sloth

Control my apathy for all the time I’ve lost

Control my craving of the feeling I get from pure wrath

Control the sensation of power I get in seeing its aftermath

Control the frenemy that calls itself envy

Control the idea that the blessings of others hinders me

Alas, control this lie that says I have any room for pride

Control deceptive thinking that anything I need, I provide

All I hear is “Control this