He eats more than he ought... claims that
The seeds of his fruit emerge not from strains
Of boastful pride. A raw predator, his song
Reminds us he's in search of revision's quest.
For sure, full square, intent threatens...
Obliterates any benefit for him that meal
May have contained. If ever he should
Subscribe to subtlety, will he then embrace
Humility or blame his shame on face of fame?
He opines with greed as he dines, unable
To understand the word 'irony, ' or
To deny the green-eyed monster's story line.
Devoid of common sense he places at risk
His choices no matter what he adopts.
The ink of his spine competes with his mind.
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