To a Voice In My Head

I don't know who you really are, but I love the things you mutter! Like, "Eat more chocolate! Fat is in! That biscuit needs more butter!" You said the limit is "Suggested speed. Just hit the pedal harder." You tell me to just let one rip then accuse another farter! I almost passed on expensive shoes that looked and fit just great, Because my account was overdrawn! Thank God you set me straight! And as I sit here penning this, I love you more than ever. You were right, I feel so good, having killed my boyfriend Trevor!