Gluttony is a lust of the mind.
–Thomas Hobbes 

Execrable and drunk, betraying sense
And mind, he lowers down the heavy yoke 
Of thought into the slough of corpulence
To let it sink into the mire and soak; 

Another can of yellow beer, another 
Bag of industrially colored food, 
Another pack of Newports in the smother
Of dust and clutter, filth and turpitude.

Utterly discontent, full-fed yet hollow,
He eats to fill, with neither need nor taste,
A Kalahari of desire; to swallow
And to digest despair to flesh and waste.
No more a man, and far worse than a beast,
He gorges without fast and without feast.