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I wear my hunger like a badge of honor every stomach’s groan and garble is victory wrapped in lettuce, hold the beef and bun. My manly appetite shrinks from triumphant buttons bursting to greens garnished with greens after salads, please no dressing or any cheese. Beer drunk pizzas parties turn tomato sauce on egg white omelets scantly sprinkled with fat free turkey pepperoni, and all fake dairy Cheesus. A good idea becomes chocolate dipped peanut butter Twinkies served with stomach ache covered in batter fried bits of bacon. Trophies are knuckles cheekbones and ribs once buried by doughnuts frosted with funnel cakes served in soda pop. So I hang my badge of hunger on bones happily sitting behind baggy skin and habits wrapped in clothes, I never thought would fit.
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Mar 1, 2011
Mar 1, 2011 at 8:35 PM UTC
Dieting
I wear my hunger like a badge of honor every stomach’s groan and garble is victory wrapped in lettuce, hold the beef and bun. My manly appetite shrinks from triumphant buttons bursting to greens garnished with greens after salads, please no dressing or any cheese. Beer drunk pizzas parties turn tomato sauce on egg white omelets scantly sprinkled with fat free turkey pepperoni, and all fake dairy Cheesus. A good idea becomes chocolate dipped peanut butter Twinkies served with stomach ache covered in batter fried bits of bacon. Trophies are knuckles cheekbones and ribs once buried by doughnuts frosted with funnel cakes served in soda pop. So I hang my badge of hunger on bones happily sitting behind baggy skin and habits wrapped in clothes, I never thought would fit.
matthew-cannizzaro
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Mar 1, 2011
Mar 1, 2011 at 8:35 PM UTC
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