Habitual grazing -
Mind my overly generous phrasing
Truth is, I’m a fat cow.
Plump but out of season,
Binging for no reason,
Yes -
A miserable little moo.
Nothing better to do?
No.
Fast, I need food -
Look,
I’m just not in the mood.
Okay?
Come on! Clog my artery,
Let me be the casualty -
If eating is an act of killing? Anyway
Sure do think so,
Seems so - I’m willing. I’ll lay,
Chilling
Carcasses.
Sour, spoilt, milk, eggs,
Deserving all that I get,
Drowning my dread.
My empty indulgence -
My swapped stomach and head.