Guilt, What Guilt?

Money, you earn
Calories, you burn
Pleasures, you dig
Yet of them you are no addict
Perfection, you ditch
You don’t always have to ‘get it’
Fries over broccoli
Britney Spears over Vivaldi
Late night burger in front of the tele
Won’t turn your world upside down
As long as your feet
Are still on the ground.