Stress Eating Disorder
Dip it when you have problems,
Lick fingers as if there are no burdens.
Find myself eating in plates of sorrow,
Chew flesh like there’s no tomorrow.
Fire the aches in a griller,
Roast the angers in a shriller.
Fry everything on the pan,
I’m a lone stress-eating man.
Feel heaven with this food,
Don’t even know if there is a good…
Just taste things like it’s a first.
Forget stress and just die of thirst.
Don’t even care with my weight.
Let me eat fries when it’s too late…
I just eat when it’s much!
Got these munchkins in my pouch.
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