me stress. They lead me down to a way where I make a mess of the genuinely good opportunities I’ve been given. I seem to disregard them like fresh greens. I want candy bars man, I call them Whammy bars man. Copious delights, I stuff my face with food at night. The effect feels that of a fist fight; Only my gut is not iron and the only things broken are the chips on my hands. Here in this gluttonous state, here in the Dorito bag’s abyss, is where I regret the things I shouldn’t have done. Oh the sweets oh the sorrows, I devour chocolate like there’s no tomorrow. Food, oh delectable food, you’ve foiled my healthy plans and presented me with the blueprint for a deadly stance. I have no chance against the cheesy and oh so perfectly crunchy crisps. I am a victim to the Dorito bag’s abyss.
There are things I ought not do. Things I allude to dude. These things make