Losing weight is the thing of the past,
I could not do it to save my ass.
Getting fatter, the older I get,
It doesn’t matter; you’re full of shit,
If you say, I’m losing weight.
I feel the tension of my belt,
on the scale, you hear my shout,
Oh, shit, I’m not losing weight.
Made a bet with my friend,
I’d lose weight, and I’d win.
Twenty dollars down the drain.
In the end, I had gained more weight.
What’s it matter to be a hog.
I may be fat, but I’m no mod.
When I hear the words, losing weight,
I don’t give a shit, I just fucking ate.
The inspiration behind this poem is an obvious one. I had been gaining weight rather quickly and actually made a bet with a friend that I could lose the weight as quickly that I could put it on. As the poem goes, I lost the bet….. that time.