My Mirror Image

Early death!


Poke the fat woman with a stick

Just another candy

it won't hurt

(another another)

fetch the shoe horn, junior

momma needs to get out of her chair

Roll the pudding down the hill

(Lookit her roll!)

Hear the laughter in my plump ears

and cry tiny tears

from this port round face

I'm a discrace.

(To myself)

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