Overweight Dreams...

- My name is Pat, I'm so damn fat I cannot see my toes...

Overweight Dreams

My name is Pat—I’m so damn fat,
I cannot see my toes,
I only stop and window shop…
I dream of Romeos.
My globs stick out, they’re all about,
No matter where I turn,
I eat and eat, it’s bittersweet,
I rest, and then return.

My brain wants food, so I protrude,
My belly’s large and round.
I get new folds, but no one scolds,
Who cares that I’m a hound?
I try new fads, but misery adds
To the emptiness inside.
Such discipline to shrink my skin
Is lacking—I backslide.

I stuff my face while I misplace
My thoughts of losing weight.
I’m such a hog…I’m in a bog…
My fat does mutilate
A chance to live, perchance to give
Myself to handsome hunks—
My dreams now die with apple pie,
Gobbled down in chunks…