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

Stolen novel; please report.

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.