Enemy
food is the enemy
but people say to
keep your friends close
and your enemies closer
my plate before me
filled with food
almost feel a twinge of
regret
almost
but not quite
but its all about
control
i control my body
i control my weight
never again will i
be too fat
not when it all
gets flushed
down the drain
i eat it all
every
last
bite
but now its time
to run to the
bathroom
and get it all out
before it decides
to stick to me
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