Heard the Gasket Resist

I open the fridge
Deciding on a poison to ingest
Sugar or salt

It has come to this
My fresh
Peddler of filth

A siren song
Going for my gut

Which is hard to miss at this point
Hanging out way farther than it should
Annexing my waist

Convincing me
We have still a lot
In stock to burn
Asking me
When was the last time I heard it growl?

But the head aches
Feigning weak
Reaching a treat

That no one deserves at 4am
Waking up
From an unsatisfying dream