pony up baby

The moment of sheer desperation...or determination...has almost arrived. Hit that ATM & pony up your 50 bucks.

Who will soon be rich? Who will walk away empty-handed? I boldly predict riches and new skinny clothes for all!

So eat up tonight. Tomorrow the fun/torture begins.

MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

musings of my own

Christmas is over

the cookies are not

they linger.....still they linger

bulging from faded tupperware

bulging from plates left behind

bulging from large soft body parts

they linger

.

i long to remove them from my presence

amist the protests

to free myself from their torment

to cast them into the pit

the bulging body reaches for the bulging plate

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.

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who will save me?

After the Christmas Cookies a collection of musings to a poetic beat.

There is a place of morbid rest

Where tounge and pallet dare to cease.

The stalking wonder now comes to nest,

The question of the weight increase.

The bulging growth cannot be blamed

On growing child or bloats that remained

From a rancid piece of chicken wing

Dined on from a circus ring.

There truth lies here.

I have grown fatter.

The beginning draws near

I'll choose the latter.

To be thin again....oh to be thin again...Ithink I do remember what it felt like.

and I think it felt nice.