Spite and Temptation
You call me a glutton
As I eat all this meat.
You scoff at my munching face,
But like a Labrador retriever I'll eat.
You jelly of my appetite?
Don't you wish you can eat this fill?
Do your best to offend me
While I go turn on this grill.
You say I'm bananas;
I'll become shut in like a clam.
Eating food alone for eternity
In an endless concert of jam.
I make my Saigon Cinnamon Explosion.
I notice your face beginning to water.
You say the calorie content is absurd
That food like this shouldn't be fed even to fodder.
You nag that the body will swell
While chewing on your wheat.
Watch watch watch your consumption.
You are what you eat.
You wonder how my metabolism works deep inside.
Yet, like a deprived priest
You lecture of the maliciousness in your dinner table seat
As if you are trying to restrain a ravenous beast.
Don't hate on my culinary obsession because
I'll eat
I'll eat
I'll eat.
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