Thursday, July 14, 2011

Pot Luck

Oh how I love and dread a potluck
A dip of this
A dab of that
I become beyond controlling
I just ignore my body fat.
As I fill my plate
No longer caring
I have no will
No shred of shame
I just move on
My nostrils flaring
Cholesterol
What is thy name!

© 7/30/89 By Lucille Falk Miller

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