Owl Poetry & Prose
Fat Hopes
Apr 25, 2021
Wounded lips
Enlarged hips
A week of splurging on kevum, kokis
Ah what bliss when one can eat
As if the fat don’t matter, as if the scale won’t tip
Yet for how long, for how much more
Will excuses work, will the needle soar
Sit down, anchor fast, hold on, this too shall pass
Daily the adage of yore
“Tomorrow shall I eat like this no more”
Aney bung, what folly for those of us
Who keep waiting for tomorrow’s bus
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