My Greatest Vice...

I see the marquee,
Hear an Angelic alarm,
Before the jamboree,
As ever, does disarm.

Through the ingress,
Devils now in a blur,
Attempt to repress,
Their warnings in a slur.

Yes, I've been here,
And left in a haste,
What I held very dear,
Tending the distaste.

And I do waver,
Drawn down this way,
Till that flavour,
Seems beyond assay.

My aversion, I reckon,
To be of a different origin,
No sooner does it beckon,
Does the dubious inn.

A palate so oblivious,
A fancy  so titillated,
Render me curious,
My desire, unabated.

It's my greatest vice,
So I do recognize,
Scruples put on ice,
Hope fills my eyes.