I look into the mirror and am displeased
My sorrows drag me downstairs
To an unopened package of Oreos just sitting on the kitchen table, waiting
"Run, run, as fast as you can!
You can't eat me,
I'm filled with sugar and fat!"
My mind returns to what I felt looking into the mirror,
And it dwelves into my mind set.
I sit down and pull back the lid.

Just one, I promise myself.
I put on Full House
And before the first commercial break,
Already one row is gone.