These are the last Cheetos you will ever eat.
That the last Nutella Malted SuperShake.
You will have no more blackened steak, chicken fried
nor unprotected anal with Backdoor Angela.

You have to cut down.
Limit.
Put boundaries around everything
of which you once so freely partook.
That was your last cigarette
your last cigar
your last cigarillo.
No more bags of wine
for you
nor some dimebags
nor bags of DVDs of police procedurals
you couldn’t be bothered to watch
when they were new.

You must become new.
You need to change.
You’ve got to lose the old habits
and pick up new ones
so you can live longer
healthier
as someone else.