Sitting here by myself
Drinking lots of voddy
Torchering my fragile mind
By obsessing about my body
As I sit and converse with myself
I ask “Am I so incredibly vain”
That issues of my appearance
Can cause me so much pain”
There is such a fine line for me you see
Once I go over nine point ten
As once those scales begin to tip
It starts messing with my head
But even as I sit and write
There is pizza on the way
And I ease my tortured mind by saying
“I’ll start another day”
But at the end of the day I have control
I just need to put it in place
And once those pounds begin to drop
I stop worrying about my waist
Within this poem there is an aim
To make it my plan of attack
To start this diet and fight the flab
And get my slim line body back!
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