Help Poem by HERB LOWREY

I slide out of bed
strip off everything
even shave and trim
before stepping on scale

Maybe today it won't
reveal my secrets
Maybe today somehow
I will magically weigh less

I pee and take off my glasses
as if I didn't want to
see my weight but
the scale doesn't change

Vowing to do better
eat healthier
make good choices
I head to kitchen

to have my resolve melt
like butter on hot pancakes
Who cares when sweet
taste so delicious

Tomorrow will be
a better day
to eat healthier
which seldom happens

Nor the next day

or the next

Lord help me!