by Roy Blokker

Created on: April 20, 2010

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Fat never leaves once established.

It may go on holiday

but comes back with friends

voracious and stubborn

and full of good cheer.

Diets are deadly useless things,

beacons of hope running

on cheap batteries.

The tissue is stretched,

the potatoes are waiting

and fat has a field day

surviving the frost.

I hide there, inside it,

my tears running down

interior walls, my jovial nature

my mask to the world,

and only you know.

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