Feeling, feeling
Full.
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuull.
This huge! This wide. How long? Four tries!
I think, you eat. I smile, you eat. I see, you stop. You stare, eyes down.
Flowing arms, movements are clear.
Purpose is right, right on the dot.
Us humans are left to clean up the grot.
Rhyming? Why this?
I have a true destiny.
To have a love baby.
So eat?
Yes, eat.
To love?
Yes, I love.
We love, we love, we love, we love, we love, we love.
This is the game, the game of repeat.
Repeat a cycle, and you fix eternity.
Oops, a burp. Have I loved enough?
Nope, just means I've got room for more.
Bring it! I want it! Romance, Reading, Dining and Wining.
Whining?
Nope, there's no more room. The line is full.
By the way, your stomach is too.
Right, left. Of course.
Are we done?
We are done.
Check, please.
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