I ate to satiate my tongue's desire.
My body's sense of humor is so crude.
For when I ate my hunger was a fire,
A raging bear with a bad attitude.

So to the chef I say don't bring me food,
my gut has never ever been so full.
Go take it back! I am not in the mood.
If I a cow, I soon may birth a bull.

But chef, he knows that scent that soon will pull
my senseless mouth to eat another bite.
So putrid yet so great it makes me drool,
I fear I can't resist with all my might.

I must admit that I am such a freak,
for  stinky cheese, it always makes me weak.


Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741