Am I too fat, am I too thin?
Look at the world we're living in,
Every day's another choice,
Everyone's an opinion to voice,
I can't eat another crumb,
Otherwise they'll laugh at my tum,
People watch thier reflection,
Is my stomach leaving in an outward direction?
What's in this food, does it fit on my salaries,
How much fat, what kind of carlories?
Everybody feels the stress,
Just to weigh a little less.
Diets, carbs, saturated or not,
Will this food have less if its hot?
If I walk in high heels,
Will that make up for extra meals?
If I stop eating cheese,
Then will the scales be pleased?
All in all, like God said,
"Shut up you fools and break the bread."
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Golden Cup
Once I was a golden cup,
How I stood upon the podium
Raising my arms in the air,
Smiling so big my mouth hurt.
When I was golden, I was the best,
Everybody wanted a peice of me,
Everybody wanted to hold my hand,
Wanted to be my friend.
I was so popular that people were awed by my presence,
I was so cool, so clean, so perfect,
When i was the golden cup,
People cared.
But Im not the golden cup anymore,
Now I sit dusty and cold, wrinkled and frail,
And all I've left are the mermories,
Of when I was the golden cup.
How I stood upon the podium
Raising my arms in the air,
Smiling so big my mouth hurt.
When I was golden, I was the best,
Everybody wanted a peice of me,
Everybody wanted to hold my hand,
Wanted to be my friend.
I was so popular that people were awed by my presence,
I was so cool, so clean, so perfect,
When i was the golden cup,
People cared.
But Im not the golden cup anymore,
Now I sit dusty and cold, wrinkled and frail,
And all I've left are the mermories,
Of when I was the golden cup.
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