It’ four a.m.
I woke with a start
I’m as worried as can be
I think I’ve fried the poor trucks brain
By mixing up
It’s polarity
Instead of red to red
And black to black
I did it
Just the other way
Who knows whats frizzeled
What angst it’s in
It sits dejected, mute, cold
We’re both in complete
Despondency!
I have muffins on my waist line
Cream puffs on my stomach
Pizzas layer my shoulders
And hamburgers bulge my thighs
I’m a walking delicatessen
And bakery all combined
I waddle here, I waddle there
Jiggle and shimmy along my way
I eat too much, I can’t say no
My life is brimming full of woe
This has to stop, I see that now
I won’t be able to get in my car
No movies, no coffee with friends
I’m begging for help
Walk with me, encourage me,
Scold me, threaten me
Mine is a desperate journey
I must jettison these bulging groceries
All of them! Now!
