How I’d love to know my calorie count.
Like so many men, I forego the regular check
In favour of a fatty neck –
You know it’s hit you when your belt gets tight
But what you can’t stop is getting that beer
And why the bullock should you?
It’s damned tasty.
After all, if you’re: young and pissy;
stringy and pasty; malevolent;
enamoured with the nothing you know –
especially of women from the occident –
Why not let yourself go?