Poem of the week: "Sensory Pleasure"

Sensory Pleasure

Is this how I want to spend

my day, scratching an itch

that won’t go away? —

I scratch and scratch my itch,

and it goes away, but it always

comes back again.

I could live my life

scratching—food, drink, sex,

whatever; but if I do, I’ll go

to my grave unsatisfied, —

for such is the nature of

sensory pleasure!