To eat or not to eat: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The denial and rejection of chocolate fortune,
Or to close eyes against a sea of flab,
And by devouring gain them. To consume: to swallow:
No more; and by chewing to say we bulge
Our waistlines, and the thousand calories
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly reviewed. To consume: to swallow;
To swallow: perchance to swell: ay, that's the rolls;
For in that savory chocolate what sweets may come,
When we have these fad diets,
And now indulge: where's your feet?
Now hidden by so large a stomach:
For who could bear the aromas of the treat,
The luscious texture, the delectable taste,
The pang of despised love, the joy's delay,
The insolence of cocoa, and the tempts
That chocolate winds around your mind,
When you yourself might your quietus make
With a cleaned plate? Who would enticements bear,
To toil for days with but vegetables,
And that dread of losing all your teeth,
The undiscover'd country called old age
Mistaken for you will, frightens your soul,
And makes us rather deny the treats we have
Than lose booth teeth and battle of the bulge?
Thus conscience makes healthiness for us all,
And thus the vigorous hue of renouncement
Is dulled from denied taste buds of thy tongue.