is gaining pounds. My head is filled
with worries now. My self-esteem is
at an all-time low. I’ve lost all my friends
I had a long time ago. I don’t have

a conventional job. My calling is calling me
a ******. I’ve gone on to do *******. But
if I keep gaining weight that won’t pan out
for me. But I’m making money so far,

more than my books will sell. I guess I’ll
just have to starve to keep this body in
top condition. But losing hope is awfully hard
on this gal’s ambition. And if people ask me

what I do, what do I tell them? I’m a poet
who takes her clothes off and plays with herself
to make money because her writing alone
won’t sell.