Nachos

Posted: September 16, 2015 in Andy Smith, poetry
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nachos, nachos everywhere

all I can do is sit and stare

red bits, green bits, something cheesy

i’ve eaten too much, I feel queasy

it’s not a battle it’s a war

i can feel my stomach begin to soar

up towards the sky so bright

oh f**k i need a bloody sh**e!

oh no i don’t, but somethings starting

this is going to be a night of smelly farting

all this food , the diets gone

all the weight has come back on

i need to go for a very long run

before the weight stays on my bum

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