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posted on May, 4 2016 @ 08:42 PM
This morning I arose,
and ignoring my gut,
I indulged in a feast,
of a dozen donuts.

I realize,
I can barely,
even see
my feet.
But nevertheless,
I indulged in that treat.

Icing on my fingers,
cream filled delights,
powder sugar and cake,
they all tasted so right.

I try to shed the guilt,
of partaking in all that.
I tell myself a truth,
"Who cares if I am fat?"

posted on May, 4 2016 @ 08:46 PM

posted on May, 4 2016 @ 08:50 PM
a reply to: Errollorre

Stomach Boner activate!!!!!

posted on May, 4 2016 @ 09:00 PM
"Donuts " and "waffle fries" are trigger words in my house. If my husband uses them, he has to deliver.

Thanks, because I just got over feigning for the worlds best lemon filled donuts.... Ands it's back

I love your poem!

posted on May, 4 2016 @ 09:39 PM
a reply to: Errollorre
My eyes are a little glazed after reading this. Get it? Glazed? Ha! Good one, man.

posted on May, 5 2016 @ 07:14 AM
Craving glazed icing
shash sticky fingers

edit on 5-5-2016 by sumerain because: (no reason given)

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