Feeding the Habit

copyright 11/2/00

Plugging away in the salt mines

Adding to the old age lines

Cussin' this habit that makes me weep

This terrible terrible need to eat.

I work all day and into the night.

To feed this habit is my plight.

Kick it, try as I may,

I feed the habit three times a day.

I grow rotund with each passing meal

Like an inflate-a-mate is how I feel.

So, each morning I'll return to that mine

To keep this hunger in me in line.

Until I croak or explode first,

I will keep plugging until the worst.

Enough of this nonsense, I have to go,

The salt is waiting don't you know?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Had to cut this one short as I really was at work.

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