Blocking The View Of My Shoes Poem by Chris Taylor

Please pass me by with that piece of cake
For don’t you know I’m watching my weight
Just keep on going with that dessert cart
Don’t ask me to taste; please don’t you start

For I seem to struggle with things that are sweet
And chocolate makes me dance on my feet
Bringing quick joy to my appetite
And if I am allowed, I’ll take bite after bite

What’s this expansion behind my belt
A sluggish disposition is now being felt
My doctor cries “Stop eating yourself to death”
He acts like I am addicted to drugs, maybe Meth

Why can’t I stop wielding this fork
Shoveling bits of beef and pork
Making sure every entrée has bacon
Devouring every food that’s been taken

When did I lose self-control
I wonder if this method has taken its toll
The damage to me and to my overall state
Will my gluttony cease before it’s too late

I’m having a hard time looking in the mirror
And the warnings could not be any clearer
Today is the day that I choose to lose
The lump that is blocking the view of my shoes