Chips and Onion Rings

It's 12 am
I wish it was 10
The more i proceed
The less, you i keep

I'll drown it in oil
This City of tin foil
My greed will sustain
With Ketchup, the stain

I'll devour them in sloth
While embracing the loath
The chips and the rings
And sleep in oil dreams

It shall happen, as it seems