Day Four: Fat

Gah, this one was tough as I had no muse for today. Hopefully it turned out okay.

Fat

Mistress Gluttony says to me
“Eat till you go insane with pleasure.”
Sweets & Tarts, Meats and Cheese,
I eat them all at my leisure.

It really sickens me
how I think about dinner the night before.
Or how my thighs stick together,
or how my stomach hangs out,
or how I haven’t dated in years,
but still I eat and eat some more.

Thoughts of a knife,
scraping fat underneath my skin,
like a tub of lard waiting to be fried,
the amount of Bacon one can cook off my body,
almost makes me want to cry.

But there she is again,
kissing me with greased lips,
A ballooned body, with fat hips,
whispering in my ear encouragingly,
“Eat till you go insane with pleasure”