God bless the late-night snacks, the enzymes with additives discoloration with
the preservatives, sludge moving through your septic tank, why digestion sank.
Dedicated to that delectable stack, frosted sugars double packed! still wanting
more, it’s why your health is so poor! while barely fitting through your front door.
Cast iron casseroles with bubbling cheeses warming my soul, add forty ounces
of the best fruit punch, now already thinking about tomorrow’s lunch. While chow
churns heart-burn burns! having cholesterol concerns! but still standing firm! I just
had a burning yearn! It’s just the cheese cake’s turn.
The vegetables are for the herbivore, you’re four hundred pounds of pure carnivore
gastric indigestion, intervention’s presentation! your pending vascular devastation.
That blended brewed beverage is mighty sweet, when batter brazed then basted
that combination is queue, while your chest pains just issued the order to retreat.
The kitchen is your culinary heaven, gadget gizmo! stuffing your face to half past seven, marauding marinating high blood pressure soon to be needing a stretcher. The toppings with tangy tasty textures, the sauces spiced! sauteed and simmering misadventures, always whisking with wine the mouthwatering prime beef in brine.
Throwing the dice is it just chance or fate, the love for food or just self-hate, do you
give in is it already too late, or will you eat your way to the pearly gate. Make up your
mind you’re running out of time, for it’s what you consume that makes its a Boom or Doom.
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