Reprised from July 3, 2012
He flipped off the mirror, the mirror just laughed.
Cheap clothes and beer belly,
pants sagged off the ass.
A body misshapen and awkward
and cruel,
a diet of burgers and beer
burned as fuel.
How did this happen to a man once so proud?
A man who wore clothes that screamed “style” right out loud.
The waist once so skinny and tastefully clothed,
Sharp suits, tailored shirts made a comment quite bold
But now it’s the discounts and surplus stores too,
until he gets skinny, used clothes will make do
He thinks about sit ups, the weights collect dust;
and starvation diets are always a bust.
A voice in the brain says “you’ll get it all back;
as soon as you’re ready, the fat you’ll attack.”
A second voice whispers “Please give me a break;
sit down with a pork chop, a beer and some cake.”
And so the dilemma, the ups and the downs;
he gets all dressed up, yet he looks like a clown.
His memory taunts him, reminiscence of flair;
the body betrayed him, it just isn’t fair.
But motivation is growing as pride makes him strong;
he’ll get back that body and sing a new song.
He pictures cool clothes with a grin ear to ear,
and celebrates change with a frosty cold beer.
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