slaughter weight – February 19


watching steps and tastes

taking care to enjoy yet

not overindulge


so simple to say, so

long unworked, the

years adding


pounds to inches to

sighs and persistence

of thighs


until the scales and

pain say slaughter



and the prospect is

all too clear for



and bacon is not on

ones own menu for

a future


nor the heart attack,

back attack, pain attacks



so step away from the

counter, put down the

greasy spoon


better to have snarfed

and lost than to become

the snarfee.



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