I can't lie on my back because my *** gets in the way
Forcing my spine into a painful arch
A bridge that won't fall

I can lie on my front because my ******* are too small
But that's no real comfort either

When I run up or down stairs my whole everything ripples
Like the flesh could at any minute just spring off
Imagine, a skeleton on the steps
Ha ha

And that's great about such and such and so and so
And what they're eating or not eating and how they've gotten their busts to grow
And their waists to shrink
But that doesn't make a **** bit of difference
To the skeleton on the steps
Encased in all this flesh.
Thanks for the reminder, though.