They tell me I'm sick
That if I don't eat I'll die
But let me tell you
I feel fucking fine
I'm on top of the world
Light as a feather
So don't tell me I'm too skinny
I'm perfectly fine
I'm finally where I want to be
And you want to take it away
I know I'm perfect
I don't care what you say
Im NOT sick
I'm NOT too skinny
I DON'T have a problem
And I'm definantly NOT fat
I'm a cat
I do what I need to do to survive
I wouldn't do it if it would kill me
Obviously
I'll eat as I please, maybe stay for the day
Or take a couple bites of ritzy bits
And be on my way
Fin
A/N
That's the end of the story, what its truly about is up for interpretation.
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Finicky Feaster( Tubbs Fanfic)
FanfictionTubbs couldn't help what he was. Was it bad that he liked food, that every day he went to the same place every day to eat all of the ritzy bits? And most importantly, could he stop?
