Why do I eat the junk I do –
The pizzas, burgers, fries?
As if I’m fed up with what’s true
And gorge instead on lies.
Perhaps I want to put on weight
Or eat because I’m bored,
Or maybe feel compelled by fate
To reach for some reward.
But, when I try to check myself
Or say I’ll just have one,
I take the chocolate off the shelf
And gnash it till it’s done.
As someone with such easy gloom,
I’d better watch what I consume.
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