The more bones you can see

The less fat you are

It’s a simple statement

A mantra

I live by

And yet

Finding understanding

Compassion

Is the hardest thing

Just won’t work

You’re my friend

And yet the mere mention

Of my new enemy

Food

And you fire up

Angry as hell

All at me

Not the food

Not the evil

No

All at me

And it’s scary

Because right now

Right now

I need you

To keep away the food

To talk to

When the starving gets rough

But you aren’t there

You’re on the other side

Glaring over

At me

Fighting this lonely war

All alone

And just for the simple reason

The more bones you see

The less fat you have.

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