Aye dread getting *******
and getting washed
even without spectacles
that haint no mo' six-pack ab
which nearly rock-ribbed
mid equatorial zone shapeshifted
into corpuscular blubbery
ancillary physiognomy
where aye wanna bab
bull posttraumatic stressed out
middle age battle of the bulge.
Season sponged pants squarely
and tightly across the equatorial adipose tissue
requiring mister crab
to clamp down with pincers
viz primitive liposuction
whence rustling scupper
will efface this trireme
where three-ply
tread fully and tirelessly dab
bull to ameliorate
rolls of extra flesh alien
to what stacked
as an athletic sculpted body.
Now no prolong inhalation
get with steely mettle hie trite to iron out the flab
thus this part
and parcel of senescence,
yet auxiliary buttressed dermis
effect forming gorged girth
giving "love handles" grab
reigniting reign of prepubescent anorexia nervosa,
bootstrapped now wen frankly
zaps distorted self-image.
Evoked hollow repugnant
rolls of fat insta jab
stubborn thoughts of self-loathing
entice me to become a lab
bore a tory guinea pig to restore
prime of life when five foot ten
alignment could nab
first place in a slick couture magazine
from the neck down
taut torso bearing
fashion model and
teen idol where tab.
To stand stock still until Shutterfly
would SnapChat
rippled tummy, could
fill my hungry wallet with inxs of cash
now, aye haint so gorge ***,
WhatsApp with
a faux pregnant protuberance,
though thankfully
derriere still rather dash
ing, which palm pilot sized buttocks
doth newt offset.
Lost battle of the bulge,
where diet tribes furloughed in a flash
abandoning their respective stations,
gnome hatter sinusoidal
parabolic frontispiece finds me to gnash
my toothless mouth for lack of means
to stave of the depredations
of slump pin proletariat
allowing me a hash.
Tag with hefty weight, acquiescing
this Pillsbury doughboy blivet
to subject himself to the sharp
stings of a cool whip lash
bearing the snap against raw skin as due process
and supplication for atlas shrug
ging his shoulders
at the fountainhead naming me mash
shew Scott in regard to oblate inflation.
Insulation fiberglass around midsection, and
how ma late mum
(an avid fan of doctor Carleton Fredericks,
who preceded Mehmet Oz), would quash
the love she showered on this sole heir -
resorting to exhaustive palliatives -
even ear rash
shun null gambits,
and as a last-ditch effort
putting this offspring
on par with an albatross -
vamoose get out with the trash!
