resisting temptation beside a manifested recreation
is like an overbearing weight of providing only the cream of vegetation,
eat , eat , eat …
perhaps chewing would add fabric softener to your load,
a level to your mode as your temple corrodes .
without it how can you heal, without a touch how could he feel .
if he is not happy will he ever enjoy that meal .
it is all just a homemade element to the manufactured wheel .
drink , drink , drink …
stop complaining about the rocks that tumble down your waterslide ,
which undoubtedly empties into the pool of your reality.
he prays for the prey to be abolished , maybe demolished , or just wiped away.
only until the pious takes refuge in the gullies of lasting .
eat , drink , swallow .