I need an extreme makeover
I want to take over
My body
And give it instruction
On it’s function.
It is not
Supposed to eat
Everything sweet.
Nor is
Wonder bread
How it is supposed to be fed.
Its favorite pizza
Should not be large.
I need to be in charge.
What a sight
I would be
After a scalpel or three,
Taking a little off here.
Taking a little off there.
Maybe I’d grow some hair.
Maybe my teeth would be white.
I know I would sigh
When I lost my thighs.
And
I can see my grin
When I am thin.
Without,
A care
In size 32 underwear.
Except,
I don’t like dead skin.
And Plastic Zombies with fins.
It’s an
Easy way to win.
With a bitter end.
So body,
Keep on with what you are doing.
I’ll just keep wooing
You
To do better
When eating bagels and batter.
Until then,
Bring on the biscuits,
Butter and jam,
Pancakes and Sausage,
Yes ma’am!
Fried Chicken,
Baked Ham.
You know what?
I like myself the
Way that I am.
Though..
Perhaps I can’t wait
To until I lose a little weight.
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Comments: 6
Your use of meter and rhyme is outstanding. This is a fun piece.
The tension between desire and reality comes across well. Well done.
Note: its is possessive;
it's is a contraction for 'it is.'
I actually meant my comment to be an evaluation and not a commpliment; the difference, I think, being obvious.
I often get caught myself on the 'its or it's' thing; when writing or reading, I do the 'it is' in my head. If 'it is' works, it's 'it's' In not, then it's 'its'
I'm glad that's not too confusing.
I posted one poem: Orbs, if you'd like to have a look under my 'articles posted' off my Gather page. I am not a poetic, but I poetry-around sometimes.
And, finally, allow me to add: It's nice to meet you.