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"Eat and Be Merry"


Eat and Be Merry (draft)

the fat beneath my ass does a warm nut brownie make
makin me love and hate this new junk in my trunk
and the sweet potato fries turn into rolls beneath my breasts
this pregnant feelin ain't too cute
and I ain't too cute in this swimmin suit
jamabalaya, yaya, catfish
collard greens and cornbread dreams
are turning into nightmares 'neath these B cups
that used to be A 
cups of hot chocolate
drizzled in caramel, whipped cream
topped with marshmallows that have melted into these thighs
breasts, legs of fried chicken are to blame for a
zipper that don't zip no more
jeans don't fit no more
and these bras that now carve lines into my back
like tracks, making love handles
this ain't love, and I don't love that you love
"a lil something to grab on to"
this is war
as I fight the urge to stuff this pain like
turkey on a leafy day
these carbohydrates I don't need
cuz eatin clean and eatin green
just makes me mean when
all i ever wanted was to
eat and be merry...

without the consequence

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