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If everybody's got a right to eat,
And everybody has a right to choose,
Then what has everybody got to lose
By picking ice cream, sprouts, and chicken feet?
Too many Buffalo wings, too much heat,
Too many steaks that taste like running shoes,
More hamster wheels than anyone can use,
Too many songs, and most of them too sweet.

My life is good because I stopped at last,
Insisting on a hairnet and a snood,
Although the other children called me rude.
No longer am I haunted by the past,
My hunger having ceased to be too vast
To be assuaged by photographs of food.