Pounds
Generation CLASS
Time is showing on our ASS
Bulging hips and aching knee caps
God doesn't hand out an "Eternal Youth" free PASS
Dear ME
The flabs are plain to SEE
I guess we're on our way now
To our advancing DESTINY
It is noticable by any MEANS
Can no longer fit in those sexy Levi JEANs
What do I do when I have to SIT-
and those seam lines start to embarassingly SPLIT?
Women no longer FLIRT
and I can't bend over
to peer under their SKIRT
It is no good to swear and COMPLAIN
All I'll end up with is a brown smelly STAIN
As crazy as this really sounds
Our Generation(and Myself)
ARE PUTTING ON THOSE POUNDS!!
Copyright © Benjamin Grimm | Year Posted 2006
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