Hungry in the USA
It’s 253 am here I am
Craving a midnight snack
But it’s past midnight
I shouldn’t delight
I’ll just starve in the sack
I must fight the hunger monster
For my goal is to avoid fat rolls
Calories aren’t imaginary youngster
And bread add booty to a soul
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