I prepare myself for this night’s rounds
To fetch ingredients for my latest plate
The fundamental piece for my creation
Only the finest
Only the thinnest
Cutlets

Plunging into this suburban neighborhood
Sacking these homes searching for the primal food
The tenderest cuts for the secret marinade
It’s the perfect blend of madness and hate
Sharpened knives so no one can stand in my way
I’ll take the lot tonight, no matter who I have to slay

The marinade awaits
Imparting flavor – the neighbors can’t wait

The carvers knife makes short work
Of those who cannot grasp
The depth of flavor that I crave
No one to stop me now
Old Johnny with the cleaver
Susan with the paring knife
At last we fill our basket
Tonight’s feast will be vast

My fellow enthusiasts
May I have your attention
Tonight’s meal consists of my greatest perversion
Long pork belly from Harry
Short ribs from little Timmy
Along with Karen’s greatest assets…
You might say tongue and cheek!

This is my realm - you have no voices here
I am the master and commander of this kitchen that you smear

This rating hopes to deter my food preparation
but the county’s health code is written in fear and trepidation

they think that I’ll go quietly but are mistaken
I have nothing to lose, my resolve is unshaken

One last meal is what I’ll make in my forbidden kingdom
All they see is ragged run down walls
Taking all that’s left of my sustenance compendium
My final culinary haul

Brings me to where I stand - a broken desolate man
Whose wish is simply to retain my home
And spend my time preparing dishes only I can
To deny me borders on the profane

A final feast for all my friends
With special ingredients if you made no amends
A tragic loss of life it’ll be
But it pales in comparison to all that I see

The anger of this cruel injustice
You might say is too much but I feel defined by it
My detractors fall and I feel no remorse
It’s what they deserve for what they’ve done

I step upon the bathroom scale
And see neon digits reflecting back at me
A sudden gain of inches packed right on my waist
An extra kilo it goes right straight to the face

My chin has doubled now
it can barely fit through classic t-shirts
Hell, I can’t even sit
There’s neon digits now that I can’t even see
I’ll never eat at Wendy’s© even if it’s free!

Punish my waistline
Can’t wear these jeans anymore
We’re sticking now to sweatpants
Until I feast no more

I feel the bloating reaching critical levels
A mass above what this frame can securely hold
I tell myself that this is all okay
But in reality I look like a bouquet

I try to diet but it seems not to work
A caloric deficit was not just all it took
Starving myself for days but my mass still has grown
This punishment now takes a life all of its own

Why has this curse fallen on me?
I cannot even stand to see myself
I am more gut than human now
A side effect of all the trash I eat…

Wendy’s© for lunch
and Mickey D’s© for dinner
A stop at Coldstone© in between
This is why I ain’t getting thinner!

We’re the organic machine
A chain of processes
Survival mechanisms

Dependent on
The nutrients we choose to ingest
But we must be aware
The perils of overconsumption
There is a cost for negligence
A cumulative effect
Will brings these walls down

Our time is short but it’s not too late
To take control of our destiny
We must choose to change
Or fall prey to the terminal filet disease

We fail to think about the consequence
An ever present need to consume
Brought upon by this age of abundance
But we must recognize - convenience has become our downfall

We are the architects
Unplanned design - A fragile mind
Reactionary construction
As it stands assured destruction

Impostor sustenance for cheap
Leaves our bodies unfulfilled and weak
Generated by the establishment
Masquerading as our nourishment

We’re the organic machine
A chain of processes
Survival mechanisms

Dependent on
The nutrients that we choose to ingest
But we must be aware
The perils of overconsumption
There is a cost to negligence
A cumulative effect
Will brings these walls down

Our time is short but it’s not too late
To take control of our destiny
We must choose to change
Or fall prey to the terminal filet disease

The responsibility lies in our hands
To give our bodies the strength
A shortcut here means surely death

We must destroy the cycle or risk it form a new
The research is abundantly clear
This is unsustainable

(Obesity increases the risk of high blood pressure and abnormal cholesterol levels, which are risk factors for heart disease and stroke. Obesity can affect the way the body uses insulin to control blood sugar levels. This raises the risk of insulin resistance and diabetes. Obesity in adulthood are associated with large decreases in life expectancy and increases in early mortality and similar to those seen with smoking. Obesity in adulthood is a powerful predictor of death at older ages. So what do we do?)

Break the vicious cycles that bind us
To a life of unsustainability
Life is all too fleeting
To waste it in a prison of our design

We can put this temple back together
We have the bricks and the mortar
We have our will – stronger than we know
A fire that burns when we glow

It all started with a few six packs
This idea stopped us in our tracks
A mistake at the lake
To the site we went
Dust in our trail
What’s at stake
It’s our fate

How could we know what was to be next?
Captured by aliens by the scruff of our necks

We didn’t make it past the first guard at the gate
Before they grabbed us and stuffed us in a crate
A white light shone on us and we began to rise
In only seconds we were up in the skies

We should have never come here
We were promised alien cheeks but there are none
There are none
I don’t know what we thought would happen
But it certainly was not this
To be forced to eat this alien food
When it all tastes like piss

It’s been days now and our regret endures
We’re held as prisoners by these amateur cooks
Concoctions of strange liquid shoved right down our throats
I wished I’d stayed home - that last one tastes like goat!

My stomach is a bottomless pit
A chasm through which all sustenance will pass
Metabolism overworked into exhaustion
But truthfully, stopping has never been an option

Determined to make a name for myself
Aspiring for the highest glory
For the most food consumed at a buffet
My name carved into history

Night has descended and so have I
Upon the grounds of my ascension
Pitiful staff are simply unprepared for me
This corral will be anything but golden

“Now I am become appetite, destroyer of buffets”

(Plucking morsel after morsel to decimate the food supply
The chef and cooks cannot keep up – demand outpacing supply
Sickening synthesis of gluttony and cunningness
Staff and patrons are horrified – his hunger is endless)

You might call me a patron saint
But in reality I’m the devil
Manners and consideration be damned
My cup shall indeed runneth over

Every meal that passes through my teeth
Does nothing to fill the void inside
Still I may yet become a legend
There’s a dining room for me in hell

I can’t remember when I first became aware
A feeling deep within that I just could not ignore
It triggers a desire that feels so unconventional
A need to manifest entire vats of maple syrup

My home is filled with all these jars, I’m a valued customer
The grocery store knows me by name
The neighbors think I am Canadian
When in truth I just want to drink in peace

Now what I see
Reflecting in the mirror
Just a normal guy to the exterior world
But ever since then
That one exciting moment
I’ve been reduced to a…
I have become the one

I am the incarnated syrup abuser
My only goal is to consume this amber gold

My father warned me
When I first felt this compulsion
He shared with me his precious private stock
The richest amber I’ve ever laid my eyes on
With a flavor so intense I’ve never let it go

We rolled up to our favorite
Burger and shake establishment
In search for crispy golden fries

Delicious at the best of times
Otherworldy on this fateful night
For we have one more ingredient

Absolutely perfect and delectable
Ultimately just a simple vehicle
In this journey of the soul
It didn’t take much time
To devour our massive pile
Of psychedelic au gratin

A cold sweat runs over me
It’s not quite what I thought it’d be
How did we end up in this place?
We’ve been jettisoned to outer space

I felt myself come alive.
Elevated to new consciousness
Awakened from a false reality
That coincides with this space

I felt myself come alive
Emerging to new beginnings
An unexplored landscape before me
Begging for undivided attention