All My Life I've Been An Obese

I Don't Know How Much Longer I Can Complain.

And Endless Are The Modes Of Speech, And Far Extends From Side To Side The Field Of Words.

I Too Shall Lie In The Dust When I Am Dead, But Now Let Me Win Noble Renown.

How Delicate Her Feet Who Shuns The Ground, Stepping A-tiptoe On The Heads Of Men.

Ill Fares The State Where Many Masters Rule; Let One Be Lord, One King Supreme.