Commissary Blues

13 Dec

To the tune of Elvis Presley’s It’s Now or Never

I think I’m dying,
It’s half past noon.
My eyes are closing,
Lunch best come soon.
I care not how much I weigh.
I’m far too tired
To diet today.

There’s always salad,
But I refuse.
That wilted spinach
Gives me the blues.
Those olives smell wrong.
Who can tell how long
They’ve sat to ferment
And unleash that scent I breathe.

The sandwich station
Makes me depressed.
The whole-grain pitas
Are gross at best.
Pile those fries
Right on my tray.
I’m far too tired
To diet today.

One gooey cookie
Might be what I need.
It’s not my stomach
But my soul I feed.
Chocolate excites me
Oh Snickers, delight me.
I need to taste
Some candy in haste right now.

I think I’m dying,
It’s half past noon.
My eyes are closing,
Lunch best come soon.
I care not how much I weigh.
I’m far too tired
To diet today.

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2 Responses to “Commissary Blues”

  1. Alli December 13, 2012 at 11:26 pm #

    your words definitely resonate with me…it’s like you can see into my soul ;)

    • Hippolyta (Polly) December 14, 2012 at 10:01 am #

      I can. And it is a very frightening place.

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