this comes from the bowels of my constipated ability to stop the weight gain going on due to meds i am taking for depression and sleep.
Fat = depression = Fat
MY NOT SCANT FAT RANT
Frustration!
FAT frustration forever framing my frame
for I fight for a metabolistic flame
which will burn up the frightening foe
against which I battle so
from the top of my head to the
last little toe. I want it to all go
away
on a fishing, ferry boat, freight
I am continuously gaining more weight
Is it the nut on the vine
or is it the wine?
Maybe the bread and the butter
or perhaps its the complete and utter
lack of sleep that keeps me seeped
in the drugs that make me eat
and grow very fat.
Fat Kat
a penny a pound
a hundred it seems
I found making a dollar for which I holler
for it all to stop
I am a big un-jolly lolly pop
Balloon in June
A baboon who soon
will turn into an elephant or perhaps
a rotund gorilla who eats
bananas and wafers vanilla
or the chocolate on the almond
I am becoming quite uncommon
in weight for my size
And as for my thighs...
jello certainly could take a break
and let me do the shake
while the world is quaking
due to my heavy walking
and all this over weight talking
is making me
hungry!
oh gee
my knees aren't fitting into my dungarees
I never was a flea, just me, filled-out
I'll probably get the gout
I'm on the obese route
Is there anyway out?
I know, I'll just quit taking
the medication that is making me sleep.
I'd rather be thinner
and not eat dinner
than to sleep with the extra fat
If I truly wanted to sleep with that
I would have stayed married
(though I was harried)
To that portly dude
yes, I am being rude
who used to lie by my side
and I almost cried
when I thought of the choices
of sleeping and eating
of depression or recession of
my girth
oh what the hell
this is a hard sell
I am going for the insomniac award
'cause I certainly can afford
to lose the weight more than the sleep
the shit is getting very deep
I wish I could just flush it all away
and be lithe for the next one hundred gazillion days
ranting and raving and all i am saving
is this belly of jelly and the hips made of chips--
and dip.
blah, blah
phooey!
phssst!
Fat!
YUCK!
I'm as big as a truck.
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2008-09-09 at 22:12
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