My name is David and I have a problem

Yes, I have a problem.

I listen too much, much too much!

I listen to my inner voices calling me, daring me to do it.

I hear them whisper "Raspberry, blackberry, peach or watermelon . . . . . which will it be?"

I ignore them or at least I try.

They keep calling my name, they dare me and then . . . . . . 

I breakdown, I lose control.

I tell myself that this is some sort of a medical condition, maybe it's in my DNA .

I can't help it, the voices are so loud and demanding.

I breakdown, I lose control.

I reach for the blender and then the ice.

I open the freezer and pull the little glass tomb that holds that frozen worm.

I fling open the cabinet and jerk Jose Cuervo from his siesta.

I force them all into the blender, ignoring their pleads for mercy.

I will have them, I will own them and Yes, they will be mine.

I smile as the whirl from my blender transforms them all into the synergy I desire.

Yes, my name is David.

I have a problem.

Which fruit should I use in tonight's Margarita?