Cabin Fever Addiction

I have an addiction,
An over-whelming
Craving that I
Cannot resist or
Sublimate,
I must have some
Roasted in the shell
Salted peanuts.
I dream of the
Salt and fat,
The crunchy peanut,
Crunching shells
And gobbling down
The delicious peanuts.
I simply have no
Defense against
The urge,
I have tried to
Sublimate with
Passionate sex
But there is no
Comparison,
No shells,
No fat or salt,
No crunchy peanuts,
Only hours of
Exertion for little
Divertissement.
I tried popcorn
But it was a pale
Alternative even
With butter.
Perhaps it is time
To obey the call
To rush lemming-like
To buy a package,
Rip it open,
Pick a channel,
Get a soft drink,
And enjoy the
Wicked delight
Of salted
In the shell
Peanuts,
And stale
Re-runs.