Paroles de Conceitful Glutton

Nothing could prepare you For the food that you chew No one man can digest All the overstuffed mess And this food you don't eat It's a kind of conceit Flowing out like a river Enough for your liver What is the obvious connection Between conceit and a glutton? It could be that they pop buttons It's not like all gluttons are bad Or conceited or fat or mad Encompassed through yourself Humility is shelved Deviled eggs are your taste Other foods you take haste Never see other goals Other than suit your role Flowing out like a river Not just by a sliver