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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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