A Fleck of Old
I barely fit in my dressing gown
sucking in my gut all over town
I am more than a fleck of old
was that a roach that left my fold?
I look in the mirror with a sigh
fat jowls smiling, no idea why
I am more than a fleck of old
was that a roach that left my fold?
is this my legacy, my fate?
Obviously, I am aged and overweight
I am more than a fleck of old
was that a roach that left my fold?
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