let me out at the waist
what you show barely tells
of paste made of mistakes
hard dots to ding bells
flubbed blubber to handle
my frantic release
your hub rubs at angles
to numb bony disease
the elastic impressions
raw to the touch
outlines a midsection
you’ve branded and cussed
but please don’t blaspheme
your peanut butter bulk
glossy mounds nearly clean
give no reason to sulk
consider it an asset
a splendid area span
balloon out and clasp it
fat folded and crammed
I crave and admire
your comfort food guilt
sure to spare than tire
another notch in your belt
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