Mass

It should be relieving, gladly

To know you’re feeding

Yourself and that you eat well.

 

I can cook; to a sensible scale.

My diet, vegetable based,

Silly, it’s non-fattening so I am slim.

 

But I do it enough, taste

To be in comfort,

In good health, and regular.

 

Still though, there’s a worry

Unnecessarily to almost insane

That I will faint, become thinned.

 

It’s because she can’t feed me,

I’m no longer their robot tot to run.

And I live by self-catered decisions.