The ones glimpsed when passed…
That capture and grasp,
When looking back.
With a smacking of the lips,
And receiving a tease for ‘that’.
I like those low things…
That satisfy as a snack.
Those things one gives up,
To stay on a diet.
The ones that puts pounds,
On one’s back.
Those things when eaten…
Convinces until I’m trapped!
Telling my mind…
Just a taste will not make me,
Or anyone
Notice an inch of sweated fat.
Sneaking pieces to munch,
I do alone at home!
While telling others they should avoid,
Going near that crap.
As a satisfaction inside me moans.
Although with a bit of guilt…
I secretly condone!
I like those low things…
To nibble before I nap!
And at the early crack of dawn,
I make sure I’m not seen,
Exercising off my temptations.
Struggling with attempts, I do
To keep myself lean!
Feeling a self condemnation.
Oh…
How I like those low things!
What is she doing?
‘Good Morning, Ms Barclay.
No thank you.
No breakfast for me.
I am on a very strict regimen.
Have a good day! ‘
My goodness!
Why is she cooking those…
Virginia sausages!
OUTSIDE?
And at this hour?
Mmm…
I like those low things!
And the fulfillment,
Those low things bring.