Fat man small stool.

I tainted my copy of Great Expectations with this poem one night, drinking beer alone in the East Village.

A food addiction is more visible than others.Yet corporations love our gluttony and fatness and sell us more more more and now it is healthy to be fat and less mobile and i understand and want food constantly but am too shallow to give in to pure gluttony.

And for this I am the monk of America, a holy man who would light himself on fire and wear that ghastly orange before gluttony absorbs me in its

FLESH.