Jul 2015
The day spins wildly as I once again think,
I must get my ducks in a row,
The words flow through my fingertips as I dash another line out,
Poetry, endless poetry,
But I haven't gotten my ducks in a row.
The ducks...a fulfilling job,
The perfect girlfriend and body,
I want no love handles in sight,
And that would be more than alright.
No unsightly veins, no rippling skin,
All I want is just to be average to thin,
The scale, my old nemesis,
Still reads fifteen stone,
I moan.
I must get my ducks in a row,
The words flow through my fingertips as I dash another line out,
Poetry, endless poetry,
But I haven't gotten my ducks in a row.
The ducks...a fulfilling job,
The perfect girlfriend and body,
I want no love handles in sight,
And that would be more than alright.
No unsightly veins, no rippling skin,
All I want is just to be average to thin,
The scale, my old nemesis,
Still reads fifteen stone,
I moan.
This was inspired by the movie A Lot Like Love that I watched the other day. I don't want to spoil it if you haven't seen it, so I'll just say the main character says he wants to get "all his ducks in a row".
