Will power, poem ( 205/365)

If I don’t taste it
I won’t be sad
For letting it go
And when you offer it
I can just say no
Habits are hard
To break
So I don’t
Try to take
New vices
If I can help it
For if I smell it
The aroma
Might just allure me
And the promise
Oh vices bring
The best promises
Of love, fun, and money
You’ll never be alone ever
If you just listen it sells you
But I know enough people
To tell you that
These promises fall flat
After the initial walk through
I can’t be pulled
By things I don’t see
So like person seeking
Weight loss
I stay away from fast food
For I don’t trust my Will power
A least not with this