The Snack That Doesn’t Smile Back

Soala Idasetima

Her PT said no food,

stripped her pantry

And now it’s naked.

A woman with porcelain skin,

She lived alone

And her rooms vacant.

All she did was look away,

Slouch on the couch

’Cause stars were sacred.

Her stomach was in rehab,

And soon to seize.

She couldn’t take it.

She, then, dug through the cabinets.

There was no food

’Cause she shouldn’t eat.

She dreamt about M&M’s

Skittles, Cheez-its,

And all kinds of meat.

But all she could do is search.

She kept searching,

She can’t find relief.

Her trainer’s plan was working.

She couldn’t yield

Then she met defeat.

There was food with ADD,

Lacking a soul

In his habitat.

This woman was ambitious,

Got her hands wet

As she grabbed him fast.

Her food was gasping for air,

Eyes enlarging,

Skin getting bluer

But ultimately the woman

Flushed her food down

Into her sewer.