Jiggling, sweat pools and jowls drool
Ill fitting, tight sitting, pants splitting
Slowly, thighs chafe and crevices clammy
Never ending, chair bending keep pretending
One more, maybe two, empty boxes
Lips licking leftover picking
Old notch, new notch new belt
Digging into squishy pink flesh
And more, ever more ravenous
Until alone, mouldy folds and cold
One last trip, fat to render
And dripping, burning furnace consumed
Afterwards 