This is Not a Real Scene

"Grease is good. Grease is great. Praise the lard."
So said my gut until I ate too much.
Bulimia was the only cure but some say it is the disease?
Is an act without merit bad?
Does a cunning linguist know how many licks it takes?
I often thought so, or so said the man who lives in my head.
Purity over the nonchalant they value in the hills.

Go tell it on the mountain,
Far far away where none can hear,
Go tell it on the mountain,
And get away from me.

Nervous nervoux,
Stopping the show,
On and on they wander,
Take two of these,
Three times will kill,
Four gives you more,
More is just fill.