About Consumption - with Nostalgy | final version

A teardrop in my eye glitters
I still belong to big eaters
My mouth waters and my teeth chop
Been eating two hours non-stop
My head perspires all with meat
Oil goes down the pores with heat
Oh, to be empty now I wish
All body valves to relinquish
To give belly contents with big bang
To fertilize soil with no tang
All this food chain as it's called
Will be linked - in me walled
When belly contents is returned
To food again I will be turned
So much food is on the table
After hen broth I'm still able...