Posted in Life, New, Poetry

LOVE HANDLES

The pill that stabilizes my brain

Is like a poison to my system

The fat is accumulating

Especially onto my waistline.

*

It is getting harder to move

Everyday of my life

Because of the gained weight

That seem to pull me down the ground.

*

Oh fats please stop seeping onto my cells

You are difficult to get rid

To you i do plea

The bulges that i see seem to make me worry.

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