Bad Sad Choices In Love

Slim Fast For the diet can not last The weight that which we weigh Is produced by the calories our mouth intakes And if it is more cakes and bakes Than salad and fiber breakfast flakes The noise the scale's are bound to make Are of a badly misfiring car Rather than that of a well tuned athletic star So the next time you choose to indulge in a chocolate bar Instead of a carrot or a healthy yogurt bar You chose to take a drive in your car Because you were to lazy to walk Listen to the way your thighs talk And your bum sweats and boobs chafe And the way your favorite old clothes no longer fit And if you wear them the seams will split If only gym and eating right Was as simple as lighting a candle None of us would have love handles And fat and thin would mean the same thing So everyone would be into the same thing Maybe then when size no longer matter's We could all choose partners based on who they are Rather than do they fit into our preconceptions Of size and what defines beauty Imagine choice unbiased by insecurity Choose life Choose rather who is right for you Not initially based on the beauty of there face Or body size The prettiest women I have ever dated Scored at most 4 out of 11 But the so called not conventional or large girls Took me to places no pretty girl ever could And when the panting and boring sex had stopped All I was left with was an empty vessel Who couldn't hold a conversation Unless it revolved around them And paying them compliments I would be forgiven for thinking they were shallow But if it wasn't for the fact I choose them Above all the other more suitable women I cast aside Because I put my own stupid personal pride Above choosing someone worthy to Love Just because the size does not fit Doesn't mean you can not grow into it Both people and clothes come in many guises And no 1 surmises or gives out prizes More than us and what is the fuzz all about We all live in glass houses We all pass comment and lament Over choices other make Its what makes the righteous shallow And blow's Cupid's arrow Many a time choose a different course And so many couples in perpetual lovers remorse Because it takes far more metal To choose a mate Than to please the inadequacies of our so called best mates