At two AM the refrigerator deliberately beckons me
screaming all of it's offerings, like a maniac banshee
I oft succumb to its wiles and to the treasures within
bending over painfully, perusing all the lowly shelved sins
Jimmy Dean sandwiches, frozen burritos, Swanson *** pies
minutes of radiation, oblivious of cost, forever on the thighs
Using my emotions, to justify all of my consumption
can't see my knees or toes, that's a pretty safe assumption
It's not that I couldn't go for a walk in the park
I prefer it here all alone, microwaving, in the dark
Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 1:27 PM UTC
At two AM the refrigerator deliberately beckons me
screaming all of it's offerings, like a maniac banshee
I oft succumb to its wiles and to the treasures within
bending over painfully, perusing all the lowly shelved sins
Jimmy Dean sandwiches, frozen burritos, Swanson *** pies
minutes of radiation, oblivious of cost, forever on the thighs
Using my emotions, to justify all of my consumption
can't see my knees or toes, that's a pretty safe assumption
It's not that I couldn't go for a walk in the park
I prefer it here all alone, microwaving, in the dark
Why does it have to be called weight "loss" like a lost lover, when it's more like freedom.
That's what it should be called "Weight Freedom" :D
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