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MY TRANSFORMATION


My Transformation

 

Fatso, porky big boy

They treated me like a toy

No regards that my feelings were destroyed

Maybe it was a ploy

Years and years I dealt with the pain

It was very hard to maintain

The bullying made me want to fight

Even Though I knew it wasn't right

It took me years to lose the weight

Now they all think I’m great

Even the bullies want to be my friend

But I would never be able to pretend

Now I’m fit, trim and popular

Mess with me now, and I’ll go for the jugular

Fatso, porky big boy

They treated me like a toy

Applying for scholarships to finish school

Graduating in 2020 will be so cool

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