I line them up and put them away
Ten shots of the finest liqueur
So quickly do I drink them
Half seems to end up on my fine silk shirt
These stains only embolden me
I order off the menu
Strange and exotic combinations
Much too much for any one person
But I don't give a damn
I have needs
They'll be satisfied now
Not at breakfast, lunch, or dinner
And not by the morsel, but by the handful
I'll take a shank of that meat please
Cooked just right
With my special sauce
It's good morning, noon, or night
Sometimes I fall asleep with food in my hand
I awaken, take a bite, and start my day again
I curse my tailor
For not making my clothes roomy enough
And the Laundry woman
For playing her cruel jokes by taking in my clothes at the seams
I yell at them
Around the drumstick in my mouth
I wash it down with a tankard of beer
And start eyeing the pie with a leer
I can't stop, and I don't want to
There's a sheen
Of oil and fat around my mouth
As I kick back in my chair
With my fatal heart attack
My life
Ruled by Gluttony
My heart
Stopped with a pork chop
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