Fatty Boom Batty

Cake tastes good in the a.m.,

No different from Frosted Flakes.

Who makes these rules?

For it’s for you to choose

Which sugar to abuse,

Considering it’s my heart that takes the payment.

They both get drowned out with whole milk.

Swiss cake roll,

Oatmeal cream pie,

Entenmann’s pastry,

Cellulite thighs.

Pain au chocolat,

Tarte aux pommes,

Extra skin on the neck,

Ozempic from Big Pharm.

Stromboli in one hand,

Diet Coke in the other,

Baked ziti as a snack,

CPAP machine for my slumber.

There’s pressure in my chest—

Thank God it’s just gas.

The leftover pizza awaits

That I ate the night before last.

Tacos al pastor,

Choco flan to digest,

Aguachile on the brain—

That’s next… after I rest.

Red curry over rice,

Wash it down with Thai tea.

Crab Rangoon’s for the ride home,

Cramps ’cause there’s not enough water in me.

Slow-cooked brisket,

Quattro formagg the mac and cheese,

Sweet and tangy BBQ sauce,

Too much weight upon my knees.

Beef bourguignon

Over Robuchon pomme’s purée.

The fight between health and pleasures

Is a battle every day