Choking on these things
by Laurel Chaisson
Under the weather, under your plate
Can’t feel your heartbeat in this state
Skipping meals but starving heals;
Plays into all the grim ideals.
Fainting spells and weakened knees
Who doesn’t love to be diseased?
Close your mouth, close your mind
It’s only lies, they’re not that kind
You know it’s true, you thought you knew
You bit off more than you can chew.
(c) January 5th, 2006