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The hunger is never sated
The longing never abated
The addiction to food is real
The only hope is to heal

Nothing fills the enormous void
Filling vacuums are never enjoyed
Some call it oral fixation
Whatever it’s called is crippling the nation

Obesity is now the PC for fat
Even for myself I’m done lapped
Calling to arms my stomach’s six pack
I just have to find it in front of my back


© 2012 Michael Yost 1/20

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