tis the season
for overeating and massive consumption
for sweating greasy crisco sweat
and crying tears made of buttermilk
for expanding waistlines
and receding pickling livers
for breathing heavy whilst standing still
and for belching in your sleep

tis that season for stupidity
and im engaged in it
full body style
a full body stupid
encompassing the all of me
and i spend all of my hard earned cash
on a winter coat fitting
that i pray will will keep me cozy
on those cold winter nights
when i sleep alone in a bed built for two
just me and my overhang

now if youll excuse me
its time for my midday feed

happy new years from the meter maids.
may this new year find you well and full of belly