"Shakespearian Sonnet: Amateur Chef Forsakes a Treadmill"
to run and run on a conveyor belt
and make of body a commodity
re make oneself into what mirror felt
re shape oneself out of an oddity
physique is best a suit that never suits
in retrospect, I thought I would impress
women, as one of many gym recruits
mind tricks the naked body to un-dress
(another masculinity turns ripe)
but, to women, I happily confess
I love food – food, I would have, through a pipe,
even! A woman I would love no less.
so tell me if love for food can be shared,
I want to impress you with meals prepared.
"My Release of Dissatisfaction"
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"My daughter is anorexic. My beautiful baby girl is starving herself to skin and bone.
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"Ode to Small Boobs"
While other bosoms rise like lusty seas,
"My hair has long since gone, though it seemed I was doomed from day one.
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