Death and Dieting
To diet is a death of sorts
To leave behind the fat’s decay
Deny one’s self of life’s comforts
Look to a thin and youthful day
I lost myself in life’s desires
(Admit to no control at times)
Which turn on me, and with their fires
Engulf me in their fleshly crimes
I awaken now and make my move
To resurrect this image of me
To show myself, and to others prove
Once hidden body, I can be (again)
Another re-vaulting poem, circa 1992 (year, not poundage!)
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