Don't be too hard on yourself

[Guest guest]

I just want to encourage everyone on the fast. Please don't worry if

you fall off the raw wagon. You have not failed. Pick up your nut or

seed cheese, get some lettuce leaves, dust yourself off and keep on

going. Don't focus on your mistakes, but find joy in all that you've

accomplished so far. Changing your diet is one of the hardest things

to do. Rejoice, you are now one of the elite raw foodist!!!

 

-Agape

Contessa and Family

 

Junk Food Junkie — Larry Groce 1976

 

Oh, but at night I take out my strongbox

That I keep under lock and key

And I take it off to my closet

Where nobody else can see

I open that door so slowly

Take a peek up north and south

Then I pull out a Hostess Twinkie

And I pop it in my mouth

 

Yeah, in the daytime I'm Mr. Natural

Just as healthy as I can be

But at night I'm a junk food junkie

Good lord have pity on me

 

Well, at lunchtime

You can always find me

At the Whole Earth Vitamin Bar

Just sucking on my plain white yogurt

From my hand thrown pottery jar

And sippin' a little hand pressed cider

With a carrot stick for dessert

And wiping my face

In a natural way

On the sleeve of my peasant shirt

Oh yeah

 

Ah, but when that clock strikes midnight

And Im all by myself

I work that combination

On my secret hideaway shelf

And I pull out some Fritos corn chips

Dr. Pepper and an Ole Moon Pie

Then I sit back in glorious expectation

Of a genuine junk food high

 

Oh yeah, in the daytime I'm Mr. Natural

Just as healthy as I can be

But at night I'm a junk food junkie

Good lord have pity on me

 

My friends down at the commune

They think Im pretty neat

Oh, I dont know nothing about arts and crafts

But I give em all something to eat

Im a friend to old Euell Gibbons

And I only eat homegrown spice

I got a John Keats autographed Grecian urn

Filled up with my brown rice

Yes, I do

 

Oh, but folks lately I have been spotted

With a Big Mac on my breath

Stumbling into a Colonel Sanders

With a face as white as death

I'm afraid someday theyll find me

Just stretched out on my bed

With a handful of Pringles Potato Chips

And a Ding Dong by my head

 

In the daytime I'm Mr. Natural

Just as healthy as I can be

But at night I'm a junk food junkie

Good lord have pity on me

[Guest guest]

That poem is hilarious!

 

-Zakhahcontessalouise <contessalouise wrote:

I just want to encourage everyone on the fast. Please don't worry ifyou fall off the raw wagon. You have not failed. Pick up your nut orseed cheese, get some lettuce leaves, dust yourself off and keep ongoing. Don't focus on your mistakes, but find joy in all that you'veaccomplished so far. Changing your diet is one of the hardest thingsto do. Rejoice, you are now one of the elite raw foodist!!!-AgapeContessa and FamilyJunk Food Junkie — Larry Groce 1976Oh, but at night I take out my strongboxThat I keep under lock and keyAnd I take it off to my closetWhere nobody else can seeI open that door so slowlyTake a peek up north and southThen I pull out a Hostess TwinkieAnd I pop it in my mouthYeah, in the daytime I'm Mr. NaturalJust as healthy as I can beBut at

night I'm a junk food junkieGood lord have pity on meWell, at lunchtimeYou can always find meAt the Whole Earth Vitamin BarJust sucking on my plain white yogurtFrom my hand thrown pottery jarAnd sippin' a little hand pressed ciderWith a carrot stick for dessertAnd wiping my faceIn a natural wayOn the sleeve of my peasant shirtOh yeahAh, but when that clock strikes midnightAnd Im all by myselfI work that combinationOn my secret hideaway shelfAnd I pull out some Fritos corn chipsDr. Pepper and an Ole Moon PieThen I sit back in glorious expectationOf a genuine junk food highOh yeah, in the daytime I'm Mr. NaturalJust as healthy as I can beBut at night I'm a junk food junkieGood lord have pity on meMy friends down at the communeThey think Im pretty neatOh, I dont know nothing about arts and craftsBut I give em all something to eatIm a friend to old Euell

GibbonsAnd I only eat homegrown spiceI got a John Keats autographed Grecian urnFilled up with my brown riceYes, I doOh, but folks lately I have been spottedWith a Big Mac on my breathStumbling into a Colonel SandersWith a face as white as deathI'm afraid someday theyll find meJust stretched out on my bedWith a handful of Pringles Potato ChipsAnd a Ding Dong by my headIn the daytime I'm Mr. NaturalJust as healthy as I can beBut at night I'm a junk food junkieGood lord have pity on me

 

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