Death by Pizza

You do not ply me with champagne that tickles.
Nor choice oyster morsels that soft slipping trickle.
But dangle to entangle, a dread bready carrot
to silently slaughter my soul through my palate.

Dull all my senses in my lust for crusty cushions?
Lull me till I'm swooning in an aroma confusion?
Sourdough my bitterness, lassoo me in mozzarella?
Passata through my blood veins till nothing else matters?

Pepperoni to blind me so I choose not to see?
Overwhelm with oregano and I'll cease to be me?
Gobstop me as I gobble this circular entrapment
to stifle protestations as I drip olivey unguents?

Don't for a second think me docile as I swallow;
I'll eat of your treachery like an innocent fellow.
Ah the subtle evil of your sick, slick seductions!
Think I'd be fooled, drool at mere tomato reduction?

I will munch till I'm filled, so I'm stronger, not frail;
Bide time to consume you: for my life's not for sale.