'07 OverW8 Dave pt.4

Here I go again, another greasy and heavy year alone.

Tired with every single step, breaking the floor at home.

I begin to cook my own meal since I can not leave,

My body secretes thicker Bio-Diesel by the way.

Never run out of oil, cooking my one meal buffet.

Besides, I have weight to maintain and/or achieve.

Two-Hundred two, why the hell do I keep this up?

This food looks so pleasant, tasty and hearty.

When I finish, I'll take a hot bathe without getting stuck.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

~Refer to the poem,  '10 My Weight Discussion With Dave~

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