Balance + variety. That’s what makes this work so well. Very nice.
I had a dream, a long time ago, in which a demon was force pouring a bottle of never-ending tequila down someone’s throat in hell, pumping it into their stomach. Your poem just reminded me of it is all.
I’ve heard “just this once”, or “just one won’t kill you” before, so I get it. It’s never just once or one, though. That’s such a manipulative lie, and you uncover its sinister nature well.
Love the beginning loads. Sounded really self-assured that you’re “superior” against a vice but at the same time frustrated because that awareness or knowing doesn’t help =X