Diet

Diet, diet, diet, diet

My brain is on repeat

Food is all I think about

I always want to eat

Diet, diet, diet, diet

Everything makes me fat

A glass of water and a grape

And still I look like that

Diet, diet, diet, diet

I dream of cakes and buns

I breathe the scent of chocolate

And pounds creep on my bum

Diet, diet, diet, diet

Lettuce leaves and air

I eat a plate of nothingness

And still have rolls to spare

Diet, diet, diet, diet

I hate the way I look

I starve and fast and look away

Yet still my fat bits shook

Diet, diet, diet, diet

I cannot see my knees

I squeeze and hold my stomach in

Yet still I roll and wheeze

Diet, diet, diet, diet

My dress looks like a tent

My face is pretty but below

The path to hell is rent

Diet, diet, diet, diet

Why can’t I shift this fat?

Why can’t I be as thin as her?

With stomach that is flat

Diet, diet, diet, diet

Is all I ever think

My weight appears to like it here

All wobbly and pink

Diet, diet, diet, diet

Just get me a sharp knife

I’ll cut the offending blubber off

And get on with my life!

09/06/12