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Awake, my eyes open, my ass on the couch

Beer spilled, shoes on; I guess I must have passed out

The clock's hands' positions say a quarter to three

Don't need nutrition, still the kitchen is summoning me

An unholy hunger I just can't shake

Demon-possessed with an obsession for caloric intake

It's like no matter what I ate the day before

Come 3 a.m. it's time for more

Pizza rolls, taquitos

Diarrhea tomorrow

Cheesy fries and Beast Ice

Pulverizing my insides

Forty bagel bites!