April 13, 2006 - 10:48 a.m.
"Metabolism"
Fuel that lights the wick too bright Turning energy into bigger thighs You never gave me a fighting chance To stay waist thin-- mid life
I raise my hands, fists in the air Exercising feverishly without care Hitting balls and running stairs For one ounce of controlled weight loss
I'll circumvent the chemistry inside Take natural herbs that promise lies Six pounds a week to reach my size Perfect eight to ten-- I win.
~ Soldier Girl
