Treasure Island

louis rams

(09/13/1943 / new york city)

My Battle Of The Bulge


When you get the fat attack
You know you have to fight back
So if you want to look slim
You have to pull it in.
I looked at myself in a long length mirror
And seen the spare tires hanging alongside my stomach walls.
(but what the hell happened to my balls?)
Hidden underneath all that stomach fat
Was my balls and my bat.
I reached around my belly, cause I couldn"t see
What the hell had happened to me.
Although it had outweighed me 3 to 1
This battle of the bulge had just begun.
This sight had given me the determination to move ahead
To fight it till it was dead.
I would lay this fat in its grave
And my life I would save.
I would get back to size 32
With diet and exercise that's what I would do.

Submitted: Friday, June 13, 2014

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