Food

For all the boyz and girlz losing weight

Food 

You're lazy, you're fat

Ate his thoughts in the couch where he sat

Milky milk shake with a plastic straw

Too lazy to cook the bacon so he ate it raw

Television switched on Doritos at hand

Glued in one place for he can barely stand

A quiet night in an empty littered house

He never bothered to clean since he was left by his spouse

Food is his happy drug, it brings him certain joy

Belly full of oil, blood streams drifted soy

"Is this my life?" he finally questions

Week after week, month after month then became years

An endless repetitive of pointless sessions

A dream no longer chased of where he lived in a mansion

A spark enters his tortured mind

"Don't die like this!" he roared into the sleepless night

He glances in the mirror only to be filled with spite

A vision of change of where he embraces the falter

He drops the cookie to eat some motherfucking water

Food is a gift, different flavors consumed as we are blessed

But like many other comforts addictions may be possessed 

Lord knows we may fall many times in this weight loss journey

But to face the challenge of change, our minds must remain sturdy

Months have past, many pounds  have been lost

Bad habits and a belly he had loss

For he persevered, no matter the living cost