Michael Gale - (Fad) Fat Diets.

A pound, a pound, for too much bounce...
How may I justly, do denounce?

Regret thy ways, that hath ye over eaten...
Always round and sadly beaten.

Let the fries, do settle down...
Create a waist line's, smiley frown.

Upon the scale, that lied to me...
Let me be, just let me be.

In denial, of hated weight...
When will it recede, and hesitate?

Be the pounds that never go...
Always cursed, to always show.

Diets come, and diets go...
When ever, will we, better, know?

Sugar this, and sweeten that...
I guess, I'll always, be simply, fat.

Recipes all, assorted out...
Never do they help, they only, make me shout.

I pull my hair, from Dawn till night...
An evil imaged, in mirrored fright.

Do you know that it ain't too easy? ...
To lose this weight, makes me sick, and queezy.

Did you know, that fat...
Ain't where it's at?

Michael Gale

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