a study toward sonnet #867 by FisherKingKQJ
It seems a shame that what you say and do
Is forced up by what you do or don't eat;
I watch you gulp it down, or slowly chew,
Or nibble on the run, white as a sheet.
In wintertime I know your snow from sleet,
You anxiety binge on the grossest stodge,
Through bulimia cracked anorexia beat,
Your hesitant sniffs telltale where pukes lodge.
Myself, each dose of flu I cheerful dodge,
With vaccine tablets conquer freezing cold,
For you my pasty toothpick, rosy podge,
It's yourself once removed that you so scold.
If your metabolism wasn't shut down,
You'd burn up calories but not your clown.
(Chorus)
o $100,000 down
o $100,000 lower
o $100,000 nether
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