Poor Body mage Blues
I’m a pot bellied native.
And I wear it with pride.
Some call me a sadist.
But, you know they lied.
I’ve tried about every diet
to try and lose the weight.
I need someone to buy it.
Maybe that’s all it’d take.
I have exercised to no end.
Just to lose a few pounds.
I have got to be able to bend.
to just a few more rounds.
I’ve cut out all the snacks
I taken the laxatives too.
Then people say it smacks
of anorexic ways to you.
Except, I’m a pot bellied native.
I am not a skinny skeleton.
I feel like I’m a weighted
down relic, —-son.
I could go on a hunger strike.
I would only drink water.
But, would I win the fight
of losing the weight like I otter?
I guess I need a new body image.
Or, others need one of me.
I MUST be slim like my linage
to be accepted, you see.—————–R. W. Johnson—–(2013)