Fraught with folds of flesh,
Afflicted with an abounding abundance,
This thickness is a taxing tonnage that
Is an encumbering impediment.
Sandbags are saddled upon my shanks.
Burdensome baggage bulges from my waist and back.
A massive milestone is mounted upon my frame that
Drags down into depression, then death.
Thursday, September 21, 2017
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