Queen Of Hearts

[corawrites]

In a haze of sloth I lay here
In this haze I am alone
I am brought food and drink by outsiders
Fat overtaking bone
Enigmatic hazy arms
Reach out to take my occupied hands
Pasty pufferfish appendages
And I question the service I am sent:
I am battened mercilessly on the finest
Wines meats words
My slothfulness is unwarranted, it's absurd
But alas, the cards and gifts keep coming
And I grow fatter still
A great fleshy blob on a throne
Selfish and gruesome and
Grotesquely undeserving
Please
Give me tastes of my own medicine
Until I throw up
Maybe my pride will be somewhere
Amongst what my stomach expels

I fear this is too whiny. Thoughts?