Five years have passed; five summers, with the length
Of five long winters! And again I hear
These sounds of passing cars, rolling from suburban hills
With a ceaseless inland buzzing -Once again
Do I behold these steep and lofty arches, rising like the sun
Which on a wild secluded scene impress
Thoughts of more deep infusion of fat into my veins
The meat, the cheese, the salad and the quiet of the day.
The day is come and I again repose
Here, under this crimson and gold sign, and view
The passing proles, hulking like condensed giants
Organs liquefying by virtue of their decadence
Oh the taste! It does imbue me with such potent strength
I think to order super size, for in what guise
Else could my death take? But in the pleasures of the lips
The smacking of these bloody cliffs
The lapping of the ceaseless tongues
The colour of the fading skins
Of those who dare to wander in, and taste disease
Oh happy drug! Where will thou takest me but to limitless extents
Perfections of solitude induced by obesity
Contemplation on the nature of man from my creaking wheelchair!
Man, what a spirit in admiration, what an eagle in aspiration!
What a bag of bones, so happily expanding
Into a balloon which will either burst
Or be blown away.
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