Belly trouble: A collection of poems
Belly, I have let you roam again
To Biscuitville, that evil villain.
It tastes so good, and feels so bad.
But it’s the best darn biscuit I ever had–
aside from grandma’s.
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Belly, you poke over my pants.
You assert your authority better than fire ants.
How can my mind be ruled by you?
How can my will be so consumed?
You are not so insurmountable,
But by myself, I’m incapable.
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Will I sit by and let the scale creep up?
Or will I let the Lord fill my cup?
Must my sides jut out like this?
Or will I rule with an iron fist?
Rolls of fat, be gone with you!
To Thy Word I must be true.
God, please come and rescue me.
From temptation I will flee.