Chi Poem by Oisin Vink

She always wondered what it would be like
To speak Italian,
Because being continental is all the rage these days.
Covering over the size 16 with discreetly placed
Control underwear,
If only to sit at the table outside the coffee shop,
Beside Bachelor(ette) ’s Walk.
“Single decaf latte,
No sugar.”
(It’s nicer bitter) -

But oh how sweet it is,
Doing some slick moves to
Tighten up that sagging arse
While the spectators stare-
Rolling on the floor laughing,
But it’s more with the times to
Abbreviate that isn’t it?

Life force is a bi*ch.
Chi isn’t very nice is it?
Neither are the intelligent people.