number 17 with everything

the sauce is spaghetti although i am no longer able to partake...one by one my pleasures fall by the wayside...the first step on your way to death...they take the obvious away first but the simplest pleasures get you in the end...with no beer, no pizza i struggle to survive...they squeeze you, force you into submission...someone is always on your case...whether your wife with a guilt trip, or a majority with a hangup...and with it they take away the only reason you have to be on this planet...or at least the only thing that makes this planet bearable...yeah i've never been to the top of everest or to the bottom of the sea, but i still know what this fucking life is all about...the user and the used, and all you can do is see another sunrise and hope its blazing torch brings with it truth...