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A sport And we do not crave And what does addiction mean? No glory is our desire, a lie The best arm is aimed The thrashing of egos and Emotions. Lest you cry When your food is placed on the platter Examine it well There are no regrets Eating excessively is sin! Stop before you're homeless Gone in the dark And alone in defeat Impossible So continue, like a true gentleman It's almost a farewell to arms.. But your aces are high