Frites! Super calorific fast food gets me badly bloated;
All around the town these mounting pounds I’ve proudly toted.
“You’re a clown of pounds renown” boatloads of folks emoted.
Super calorific bad food gets me gassy, bloated.

Yum, nibble, nibble virtles, yum, diggin’ pies
Yum, nibble, nibble virtles, yum, bigger pies!

Into the pantry I would sneak back when I’s a bad lad;
Cookies and candy I would seek; “Be damned, caveats, dad!”
Although the goodies gave me GERD, nourishment merged with throat,
My belly burgeoned; dad, a surgeon crowed, “A gorge-all goat!

“Stupid ravishment of crap food gets you badly bloated.”
Mom cries, “Zounds! You’ve put on pounds from pecking sugar-coated
Sweets; slim down; you’re freakin’ round!” Dad’s screed, she near echoes it:
“Stupid lad, vittles-addicted—meth’d keep snacks controlèd!”

Yum, nibble, nibble vittles, much nibble fries
Yum, gobble, gobble, gobble, much gobble fries

Abandoned were their warning words; unbent, I’d not repent;
I fattened, snacked not like a bird. Deterred? I’d not relent!
Worse, I nursed marijuana; yearnings verged on splurge…munchies!
In bursts I learned I had no urge for purging huge lunch sprees.

Sugar was like crack, addictive, but I didn’t smoke it;
Sure, I was a grass addict, continuing to toke it.
Surplus adiposeness in my paunch prompts folks to poke it.
Surging fast my Brat expanses; Dreck essen ist tot? Nicht!!
[*Eating crap food, finished? Not!]

“Gut’s bigger, bigger!” they snigger as I cry
“Gut’s bigger, bigger…a pigger in a sty!”

Somebody should shackle my tongue to keep snacking at bay;
Such action would sanction rabid ravishing of parfait.
But fastin’ will not happen; so, lapsed, I will grab a knife
To slice a slab o’ pie…unlikely I’m lithe as a fife.

Eats!!

Soup ’r salad ain’t the ticket. Fetch me cracklin’s toasted!
Server, chicken!—finger lickin’, drenched in palm oil, roasted!!
If adiposeness I’ve ghosted, I will keep folks posted.

Soothing batch of fat-rich vittles gets me palled…narcosis.