A poem that is most definitely ripped off Trainspotting

Choose to eat away your feelings, stick a fork in ‘em and be full of fucking beans, push food down your feed tube, choose the stupid-ass ‘fast diet’, and believing you may eat anything while the weak person eats only vegetables (Romans 14:1-23 ), choose to humiliate yourself for three bucks worth of fast food. Choose silence, for once, you piece of fucking shit. Choose god only knows what I’d be without you, and the light at the end of the fucking tunnel, choose “you are the hot half of this couple”.



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