Peanut Butter Night

Some of you may say I'm a nutter

My tongue is smothered with peanut butter

Like a newly-shined shoe, no area is left untouched

However, this coating should have stayed in my lunch

My throat is clogging up, leaving little room for breathing

The amounts of peanut butter I've eaten, you wouldn't be believing

No need for bread, or jam, or jelly

I scoop with a spoon to fill up my belly

With the servings I consume, I'll issue this warning

It lingers in my breath until the next morning

 

Get some self-control, will power you say

But what betters means to finish the day

Than with guilt, self-loating, all of that clutter

And ungodly portions of creamy peanut butter

This poem is about: 
Me
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