Food Is My Demon
Everyone has a demon to fear
And many are frightfully near
My demon does not inspire fright
In truth my demon inspires delight
No matter what time of day
And no matter what I have to pay
Sometimes my demon sizzles
And sometimes even drizzles
Sometimes my demon is coated in sauce
And other times found in frost
Sometimes my demon is sweet
And sometimes full of heat
But my demon is slowly killing me
Even if it's hard to see
My demon is food and I cannot deny
That it may well be why I die
Everyone has a demon to fear
And many are frightfully near
But if I must truly confide
My demon is digesting inside
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