Gluttony

I sat to eat at the table of life,
rife with fruits pared with a knife.
I consumed 'til my gut was full.

The crassness of my appetite's binge
demand me to bend back the hinge
of the privy, soiled with stool.

Would you dare to stop a man
from eating until his belt expand,
lest you be called out cruel?

I know my limit
and that's my gimmick,
so leave me an onerous fool.