Fatty thoughts

"thinking bout you blocks me arteries"

Its a weird feeling,
but its like too much of fried chicken,
too much indulgence.

And the heart suffers,
I can literally feel the blood struggling to get through the nodules of fat.
They block the path,
they block life.

But i'm alive,
and I feel it,
and I experience every passing beat,
that keeps me alive,
and yet threatens me with death.

Being caught in the middle,
in that divide.
is when you see the two extremes.

I need a gym of sorts.
To pump the blood through,
to clear the way.

To beat those fat nodules that suffocate me heart.

Its a gross idea for a love song.
But I really love fried chicken.