Fat Goth Poetry

Pain, Sadness, and Cheetos

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Nov
4

Food Court

I am assailed by your sweet voice promising paradise but delivering hell

You tempt me when I am week and then cause me agony when I succumb

I curse you Food court, you vile den of temptation and inequity.

Why can I not stand against your sirens song.

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