thought - food therapy

i smell you calling, the salt, that grease!
seeking you out with no place to hide except in my belly, peice by piece!
perhaps the whole pie? why try and deny,
the cravings thats raving to tell me.
- more items fried!
dont speak of calories or grams of fat, low-carb crap! dont
give me that!
side order of ranch, xtra cheese,
onion rings, easy mustard please.
oh what euphoria food will bring!
my appetite insatiable, my room for the fourth meal capable,

for my.

alcohol therapy.