Flavour Till I'M Fat
The flavour sits inside my mouth and onions linger, waiting.
Am I hungry, am I waiting?
What I've eaten tastes amazing.
Eating more repeats the craving.
Salt and fat and sugar bits, a feast of nibbles keep me waiting.
What to do and what to chew? It’s never ending sating.
Is my gut decided yet? How can I stop eating?
Maybe I should drink a lick and make it quick, so feeling fat won't stick.
Eating, eating all day long, will it make me sick?
What to do and what to chew? I'm not hungry, I’m just craving! Flavours waiting!
I can sit and savour this, observing, slowing, pausing time, and writing it in rhyme.
Copyright © Steve Tomlin | Year Posted 2016
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