As my Michelin paunch strolled down the road,
My four eyes spotted a skinny mom,
Not a hair out of place,
A little black dress,
With a toddler at her heels,
Bet she’s never heard of crisps.
Then I looked at my shoes,
But oh my!
The lipids got in the way.
The ogling goblins,
In their mid-forties,
Would give an arm,
Just to see her charm.
Can’t blame them skinny women,
They work hard and reap the rewards.
While us lesser mortals with a glass of wine,
Dream of a fairy tale like a swine.
In the water we waded,
The starved and I,
We held hands and we hated,
The look in each other’s eyes.
Promises we made,
To better our bribes.
The shoal of fishes swam by,
Laughing at our sly.
The night lights were unforgiving,
The water was warm and wet.
The cockroaches were tittering,
The sand crept between the legs.
Together we promised,
To make hay while sun shines.
Who knew, the sun was clouded,
By blood in the fiery sky!
Broken, bleeding, slumbering.
It sat at the end of the pew.
In an empty church, the altar awaited.
A hapless soul with arms crossed,
Dressed in best, in case there was a ball.
Tears and prayers, down on the knees;
Begging for alms that were never received.
It was shrouded in pink, wanting to blink;
Dead within, dead without, breathing was a sin.
Stained glass windows, and an invisible choir,
Take me, it said, I have no fear.