Glutton
I can’t stop stuffing my fat face.
I know I really need to pace
myself or I’ll weigh 300 pounds.
I need to grind some coffee grounds
and make some coffee instead of eating food all day.
I’d eat 20 cakes if I got my way.
I can’t stop at just one muffin.
When I move I’m huffin’ and puffin’.
I eat everything from candy to cookies.
In the world of being fat me and my friends are not rookies.
We reinforce and enable each other’s habits.
Eating to us is like sex is to rabbits.
We drink sugary sodas and eat popcorn.
We are to junk food like a pervert is to porn.
We eat five whole steaks in three hours.
Eating and cooking are our special powers.
We eat salad but it doesn’t stay for long inside.
We weren’t even concerned when one of our friends died.
He got a heart attack from eating too much.
He ate all the chickens in the chicken hutch.
He cooked and ate them one by one
and that was just the start of his fun.
He then ate everything in the house.
If the house was my head, he’d be a louse.
At his funeral we didn’t mourn.
And even the priest tried to warn
us about what happens to a glutton.
I just wanted to go home and eat some mutton.
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