Eating Badly
Eating Badly with diabetes is a Suicide Mission.
I know, because Artur Anczarski, says so.
He is the Prophet, he is the Saint,
And nothing he says, is ever quaint
(it simply ain’t)
As for exercise and diet, ‘you don’t do either!’
(which is not – anymore – entirely true, but it WAS, once)
Explode my mind with FRAGILE DELICACY, why don’t you, brother?
(If he hadn’t, I never would have moved, he doesn’t sugarcoat the cake, he throws it out
And gives me meat, instead)
What is sweet in the mouth, is bitter in the belly (a big one).
Eating badly. Never worth it.
Copyright © Andrew Fairchild | Year Posted 2019
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