AT THE RESTAURANT

I am at a point where I have to make a choice.

I can choose for taste or waist

A choice made in haste

Could end in unwanted waste

What to choose I have to know

lest it show on my shadow

May I bite more than I can chew

Have the cake and eat it too

What is Bad is Good

and What is Good is Bland

So I must take a stand

To be a calorie counter

or chow a quarter pounder

Opinions around me abound

Keto, Paleo, GM, Vegan confound

In the end its no use

if too many cooks prepare my goose

choices aren't easy

Its the same meat with different gravy

Should I go meagre and flatter my figure

or binge until my seams unhinge

Do I care for the baleful stare

as I devour a burger

Must I guise the watchful eyes

 as my diet sits on an afterburner

From the frying pan to the fire

The aromas stoke desire

In this multi-cuisine space

with herbs of grace

dangling temptation in my face

To sneak a peak at the salad Greek

would be tongue in cheek

Do I eat to live or vice versa

Will that Biriyani later cause inertia

If I put all the eggs into one basket

Will I get the perfect omelette

I search for the befuddling reason

why one man's meat is another's poison

Ah, sweet the confusion of food

Does nothing to elevate my mood