I refuse to believe that I am what I eat.
For what I eat is highly processed.
Injected with false nourishment.
For what I eat isn't good.
For what I eat is falsely advertised as healthy,
Consumed by many.
I am not what I eat.
For what I eat, is cancerous.
I am not what I eat,
For what I eat is changed to satisfy what everyone else desires.
I am not what I eat,
For I am, who I am.
But wait...
Just hold on...
Wait,
I am what I eat.
For I have been fasely advertised,
as the shit talker,
the one that can't find a good guy,
the one thay gets rejected constantly.
For I've been injected with false nourishment,
I am what I eat
For I've been consumed by many,
but unpleasntly.
For I tend to think that I am no good.
But I am no food.
You can't consume me no longer,
For I am what I am,
And I am not what I eat.
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