Everyone always talks about this and that
How do I look? Do I look fat?
Idle prattle, nothing more
Shut your mouth, close the door

Nothing of any importance gets air time
Except for a genetically altered lime
We have advanced brains
Grey matter, what matter, all stains

Everyone needs to talk
Go outside, learn to walk
All our advancements were meant to improve life
All it gives us is pain, suffering and strife

Our society has become obese
Growing fat off of somebodies lease
Everyone of them thinks they are right
Only moths, beating against a light