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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maxmedo
Oh god i love hot brownies,
GOSH, they are such a tease,
when im depressed,
i get a sandwich pressed,
in the hot grill toaster,
OH some jelly and peanut butter would be nice
nibbling my chesse sandwich like hungry mice,
i mean food is friendly and yummy
who's to blame except my hungry tummy...:S

i was depressed one year ago that i locked my self in a room eating low fat cereals, chocolate and drinking milk for a month and i gained about 12 Kgs of my weight, they are still with me but im going dowwwwwn yeaaah....

~Max
2008-09-10


John Lambremont, Sr.
I have mixed feelings about this. Entertaining, yes, but a bit too flippant to be taken at face value. Magic Eight Ball says "Try again later".


Good to see you smiling again.


John L.
2008-09-10



Hello Kathy, how is this

Fat = Lack of sex = Depression + fat!lol

Great poem and remember, the more of you there is, all the more to hug, well that is my motto for the rest of the year anyway!lol

Smiling at you

tire!lol x
2008-09-10


Phyllis J. Rhodes
Oh my sides ache
cause I'm eating cake
while I read this rant
and really can't
stop laughing!
I have the same quandry
when I do laundry
I find boob holders
that could carry boulders
and panties so large
they could hold a barge
but theres no way
I could say
anything as fun
as what you have done.
2008-09-09


Mr painter
He he Great text and a nice picture
2008-09-09