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Too Much Food

A Third World Problem

By ThomasPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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I’m a fatso. 

I'm sitting here with a mouth full of the last piece of pizza

I'll wash it down while I begin to drown in the milkshake I got

On my way home... from Dominos

My hands are full, i'm reckless

And while I'm swerving up and down the road, all I can think is breakfast

Mmm... McDonald's chicken biscuit southern style and a side of hash browns

And when I'm done I'll pick the crumbs up precisely off my shirt

Only to think about the next main course

I'll admit I only eat when I'm just plain bored

And I'm bored right now, so let's get dessert

I'm addicted to food. No, I'm a food pervert

Tomorrow's here already?

That came quicker than I thought

The healthy food I bought last week has already began to rot

I'll put my happiness on hold with the hopes I'm gonna change

And I put my health on the chopping block

I feel bummed out but that's nothing false hope can't fix

So I'll keep clinging to the unrealistic

It's a third world problem, having too much food. I'm not saying that it isn’t

And everything that comes before a "but" just isn't true

So I think I'll just stop here, enjoy my time

Live a short life until 39

Eat an apple a day to keep the doctor away as long as it's in the form of pie

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