I’m overweight and out of shape

  I look in the mirror and see my face

  And I feel faint, I can’t not frown

  I just can’t seem to lose these pounds.

  The rolls of fat compress my spine

  They’re causing pain and wasting time

  My pace is slow, movements inept

  Of healthy flesh I am bereft.

  Those are not butterflies in my stomach

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  Lest their gossamer wings be made of acid

  Up my esophagus they fly, in habit

  I’m popping TUMS like an aspirin addict

  I need to kick the chocolate cake

  I’m in relapse from salad dressing

  I may consider working out

  If exercise helps with depression

  I don’t have the money for good nutrition

  And I won’t go to a therapy session

  I’ve been there, done that, learned that lesson

  In order to stave off temptation

  I will eat in moderation

  And even if it doesn’t work

  At least I tried to break the curse

  Of gorging myself until I explode

  Like a shotgun shell kissing a toad.