Ease

There are things out there
Made just to please.
We each have to find them,
What puts us at ease.

For some it is a hobby,
Others it is a sport.
To each his own I say,
Something one has to sort.

Often a good meal
Is all that is called for.
Just to be waited on,
Dinner, drinks and more.

But sometimes all I need,
To put me at ease.
Is a bag of Doritos,
And the only flavor-blue cheese.