The Slimming World
This slimming world hath slain me!
I stand before you,
a broken Lou Reed,
hangdog emptypacketed,
haunted leather jacketed.
So Hank Marvin I'm a shadow,
a sad skellington at the feast:
this meagre supper
of unspeakably vulgar
bulgur wheat
and schnozzleberries.
But at least I can fit
inside these fucking jeans!
B.R. 30.07.2022
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