Tandoori chicken with lime, is a crime,
I'm willing to commit every day.
A single malt peg, and half an egg,
Makes me full I'd say.
The days are gone, when I stayed on,
Never said no to a second dish.
But I'm diversified, I like pan fried,
Aromatic rice with fish.
Gastronomic delight, I'm always right,
I know a good food stall.
Meat is main, without it is pure pain,
I can't do without it at all.
Hydrogenated oils make my springs coil,
I always bless my rice with it.
Bloated full I can't stir, sweat on my fur,
I rarely after meal feel very fit.
And I confide my friend, gluttony has no end,
I have a secret dessert head.
Then maybe a fine wine, I always have the time,
Before I toddle towards my bed.
Then I dream of food, always equally good,
But rarely do I remember eating it.
It's only sad, that after all I've had,
In the morning, I produce super stinky shit.
Through my jaundiced eye, a fucked up world I spy,
And people like me very very rare.
A new health fad in town, for the clueless clowns,
Where they pay for a mortal scare.
Fuck it I say, live life and pray,
That you have the life you've got.
Enjoy it while you can, be a real man,
Don't live your life in a thought.
