Trapped

'Trapped'

Trapped inside a ball of fat

You can't get out

No matter how you scream

and shout

Your enemies come to comfort you

French fries smile and soda "canned"

Both reach out to take your hand.

With obsessive trust because you lust

You open wide and let them slide

And now you glide

Ice cream knocks upon the door

And says, "I'm here too, Food whore"

So, what the heck, you let her in

Another sin.

You fall asleep and dream

You dance and float , a tiny elf

For that is how you see yourself.

Chocolate covered peanuts

Snicker,  now with scorn

Joined in soon by candy corn...

It  might  be funny, but you feel so blue

When no one wants to play with you.

Kes©2-20-09