Bulimia Poem by James McLain

Final homecoming a queen
your mirror was switched by
your evil sister.
She loves hearing you in the
bathroom, so you said..
Solids comming out of your
nose, commode is to mouth.
Your best friend is a finger
food, it always comes back.
Food is your friend, spend no
more money on quacks...duck..
The next time your sister gets
dumped, remove all the dishes
from under her bed.
It will be alright, more white meat..
Not that from the cow.....drink milk.....