14 July 2014

Am I in a washing machine,
Stuck on the spin cycle?
I’m loosing a little weight,
And looking at tad frightful.
I wish this was on purpose,
Like I’d ‘worked’ to get pounds off.
When pain destroys my appetite,
My tummy must withdraw.
I’ll just sit here in the spin cycle,
And let my tummy whirl…
It’s easier not to feed it,
Than to find a place to hurl.