knock knock
There's nothing left inside of me anymore.
Atleast not the top half.
I have ears and I do listen, [sometimes], but all of that is absorbed into my
thighs. shins. toes. ankles.
Making me plump with knowledge.
And the top half is just so hollow.
You could knock on my ribcage and hear echoes.
What a strange looking kid--meat on the bottom and bones on the top.
All the knowledge is going to my thighs
and slipping inbetween to my puss-- soaking it up
and streaming around my sexual organs.
But it's not going anywhere important. No where towards the top.
Not my brain. Not my heart. Not my stomach.
Just
thighs. shins. toes. ankles.
What do I do with all this extra fat?
I can't walk around now that I'm full with the truth.
[But if I really felt like it, I could use my
empty upper-body to crawl around and
drag my heavy legs like slugs.]
But I don't feel like it.
So I'm stuck as this blob. Big fat blob.
I was givin a choice of the Truth Diet or the Atkins Diet.
I chose Truth only because Atkins would force feed me to hate meat.
And because I was curious.
I had never tried it before.
But I guess the scientists failed to mention that
once you know the secret to the Truth Diet, it doesn't work.
It will not restore you back to normal.
You're damaged beyond repair or you're just damamged with one foot in.
It works in the way of a placebo.
Everyone is on the Truth Diet, they just don't know its secret to cutting weight yet.
What a piece of work.
Atleast not the top half.
I have ears and I do listen, [sometimes], but all of that is absorbed into my
thighs. shins. toes. ankles.
Making me plump with knowledge.
And the top half is just so hollow.
You could knock on my ribcage and hear echoes.
What a strange looking kid--meat on the bottom and bones on the top.
All the knowledge is going to my thighs
and slipping inbetween to my puss-- soaking it up
and streaming around my sexual organs.
But it's not going anywhere important. No where towards the top.
Not my brain. Not my heart. Not my stomach.
Just
thighs. shins. toes. ankles.
What do I do with all this extra fat?
I can't walk around now that I'm full with the truth.
[But if I really felt like it, I could use my
empty upper-body to crawl around and
drag my heavy legs like slugs.]
But I don't feel like it.
So I'm stuck as this blob. Big fat blob.
I was givin a choice of the Truth Diet or the Atkins Diet.
I chose Truth only because Atkins would force feed me to hate meat.
And because I was curious.
I had never tried it before.
But I guess the scientists failed to mention that
once you know the secret to the Truth Diet, it doesn't work.
It will not restore you back to normal.
You're damaged beyond repair or you're just damamged with one foot in.
It works in the way of a placebo.
Everyone is on the Truth Diet, they just don't know its secret to cutting weight yet.
What a piece of work.