Sticky Fingers

Gorged,
'til it's fit to explode
A life in excess, by Roman demands
There's fruit spilling out of the mouth that foams
Lust, Greed
Now the belly moans
'I'm barely alive!'
So we stuff it some more
The hole in my life
That I choose
To ignore
....sticky fingers
Lust, Greed
Won't stop until it splits at the seams
Consumed by consumption,
Beyond the body's means
And I look in the mirror at what's
Caking those lips
Evidence of a crime never brought to justice
'Til I'm sick of myself - until it hurts so much
I get what I deserve, desserts, and such
Like the bloated slug, plump and swollen
Hanging tongue like the overfed sow
Or the bovine
Lust, Greed
Like a sickly leach, alluding to the phallus
Enraged
It rages
Like the cold wind, sighs
My stomach amassed,
Yet there's nothing inside
LUST
GREED