wasting
away in huge food and
diet exercise, I
gotta believe no way. These
are my thirty-sixes. NO
NEED to run a check
on that - what is the
POINT, otherwise of
having two identical
(-otherwise) pairs of beautiful soft
faded cadet blue (almost gray, no
, grey to your eyes) shorts?
please
no, please no "waistline"
-centric vanity way
way this late in the
way, phase, stage
game
no-game, if so.
Not after a lifetime of
eschew to the point
such metrics are
and have been
always
wholly alien
to you!
you
gallant scoundrel
In this poem, see how the author raises self-critical body shame-based reverse-deprecation humblebrag from an art form to a point of coherency, specifically, "IN-"
ReplyDelete