Scale tales.
Yeah.
My head, like my bed is empty right now. I’m afraid that I must have let go of my, ‘WOW.’
I used to have game, y’all. Really I did. Not so much today, it’s come to the skids.
My weight that has gained, caused romance to wane. It sucks but it’s true, us women pursue…
…We want so much to look like this girl or that. We peer into mirrors and think that we’re fat.
Women are gifted, but I forget this at times. I get trapped by the notion, and the; “size two” head crimes.
I’m going so soon, to the land of Ohio. The girls haven’t seen me since I was sooo fly-o.
It’s all good. I’ve warned all my ladies. It’s my humor they seek, or so they’ve told all my maties.
Not such a pirate these days of dog summer, but I’m getting back on my track so it’s not such a bummer.
I’ll chuckle and snicker and make light of the scale, but inside I’ll fret over my mirror’s inner whale.
My bed lies still empty-I guess it’s ok. I doubt that I’d want you beside me today.
I’d roll over to find that you’re still not here. I’ll snuggle instead with my overweight fear.
My bed, like my head, is empty this night. But my faith in Slim-Fast makes everything allright.
G’night all you ladies who harbor self doubt. I’ll take your false mirrors and toss ’em about.