Poem: Ice Cream Calls / Treadmill Sighs / Shame Ignored
Ice cream: the ultimate DM slide
It whispers my name like an ex with snacks — persuasive and way too familiar.
Treadmill energy: passive-aggressive cardio
It sighs louder than my willpower. Also, it judges. 10/10 for atmospheric guilt.
Shame? Muted and unfollowed
I blocked it from my notifications. Now accepting forgiveness in the form of sprinkles.
Poetic justice, served cold (and delicious)
Calories are temporary, memes are eternal. Share if your conscience is on a diet.