Poetry Dispatch No.140 | December 15, 2006
LADY ON A BINGE by Dorothy Terry
You now are through!
Struck down as was your want
Despite your shrink-wrapped “save”
That sassy “do”
(way, way too young)
And fifty dollar face
Did not stopper jowly sag
And lipo
Left you bleeding fat
(You’ll slip slide
On it to your grave}
But all that was
Sucked out
One hopeful
Late spring day
Returned with first fall
Set of teas
At which you
So politely “poured”,
(sneak lemon tarts
Choc Christmas trees}
Your fall from grace
That bloated face
Blurs mirror’s view
And drifts above
A turgid sea
Of coco malts,
And choco “lets!”
Can “You” be Me?
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