I have a bad relationship with food

Food psyches me out in many different ways

It controls and confounds me to no end

Putting me a puppet food fight maze


My marionette strings are reclusive

Attached to my brain by some fuzzy force

They pull and tug on my mind all day long

Filling me with raw food for thought remorse


Some people think food fights are so funny

But I don't think they're any fun at all

They twist me up into puppet string knots

Making me a runaway food rag doll

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