8/23/2007

On 544

So-low tight flare,
Levis five four four-
Aspiring for you, a sight rare
My sprit soar soar soar...

When will that-
28 inch waistline I gain?
Will I ever be able to...
With my greed bargain?

Back to five one one-
A regular pond full of swan.
Loose T-shirts to hide the tiers,
Wish I could melt these with fires.

I have no height-
I have put on weight;
Mastered the taste buds-
But a slave to my fat(e)

How I long to be long-
How I wait to loose weight-
Those culinary delicacies,
Will soon be put to test.

Till then, with my five one one-
I solemnly rest.

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