Love Poem: Goodbye Six Pack Hello Poetry Scribes
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Written by: Matthew Harris

Goodbye Six Pack Hello Poetry Scribes

Goodbye six pack hello* poetry scribes

My poetic side COSMOFUNNEL
wordsmith thanks tumblr in his noggin
ofttimes triggering babbling brook 
to swell after deluge
becoming stream of consciousness runnel
carving, gouging, and liquidating topography 
qua zee mow toe natural formed tunnel.

Digitally remastered and revised
since original version rejected, thus
writer released,  purposely leaked, 
and flooded mass media 
courtesy the following 
self branded watershed vaunted unabridged 
sprawling questionable and deplorable 
creation loosed upon unassuming readers.

Analogously linkedin with 
once upon a time 
one doodling dandy Yankee slender man, 
whose yang upended, overshadowed, 
and eclipsed mine yin,
nevertheless, now yours truly self anointed 
as an elder statesman - ha
gifted with unwanted 
inxs of abdominal adipose tissue 
(attributed to agent provocateur of aging, 

which affects my metabolism
and/or courtesy 
unwanted side effect reaction
from one or more 
of the eight medications
nurse practitioner 
at Penn Psychiatric Center
Phoenixville, Pennsylvania location
Elizabeth Clark prescribes),
which gained weight foments tussle 

a fight to the death, I can never win
and alternately titled: arm ugh gut tin
yours truly loathes to mensch shin
one alien looking pear shaped 
humanoid with redskin 
liposuction advised courtesy Doctor Quinn
(a fictional character and magician, 
I took poetic license
created above to help eradicate body dysmorphia),
she waved her wand and poof
transformed me into a puffin.

Aye dread getting undressed
and/or getting washed
even without spectacles
thar haint no mo' six pack ab,
which nearly rock ribbed
mid equatorial zone shape shifted
into corpuscular blubbery
ancillary physiognomy
where aye wanna bab
bull posttraumatic stressed out

middle age battle of the bulge
in summer re: a waisted effort
squarely (er rather roundly) testing
the elasticity of extra large sweatpants, 
when straining to hide expanding girth
definitely producing undesirable effect, 
(especially when floating in briny deep, 
I squarely, honestly and closely resemble
the Chinese brother 
who swallowed the sea   

strongly urging, necessitating, 
and exhorting mister crab
to clamp down with pincers,
viz primitive liposuction,
whence rustling scupper
will efface this fleshed out 
human bloviated ruggedly handsome 
man of the webbed wide world
a bit heavy around the equator 
over self indulgent fleshpot 

unable, uneager, unready, 
and unwilling to maneuver 
his portly ill proportioned body
inducing unprovoked stares, 
and tears for fears 
eyes tracking billowing supersize shirt 
resembling trireme sails being trimmed,
where fleshly freighted sloop
displaces entire watery expanse
stranding, stinging and starving an a ray 

of underwater species,
now prolonging requisite inhalation;
I seek desperate sticktoitiveness 
guidance courtesy Younan Nowzaradan
with steely mettle 
hie trite to iron out flab
thus tis part and parcel of senescence,
yet auxiliary buttressed dermis
effect forming gorged girth
giving "love handles" grab

reigniting reign of terror
viz prepubescent anorexia nervosa,
boot strapped now - wen 
remembrance of things past frankly
zapped distorted self-image
evoked holocaust images repugnant;
buttery rolls of fat insta jab
stubborn thoughts of self-loathing
entice me to become a lab
bore a tory guinea pig/ 
scapegoat role to restore

prime of life build when five foot ten
obviously me no Lemuel Gulliver
alignment could now perchance nab
first place in a slick couture magazine
from the neck down, 
cuz face mottled with 
nine inch nails clawing skin 
wrought unsightly scab 
taut torso bearing
fashion model and
senior citizen idol, where 
every place I go receiving 
venue offers free tab.

To stand stock still until shutterfly
would SnapChat
rippled tummy, could
fill my hungry wallet with inxs of cash
now, aye haint so gorge ass,
WhatsApp with 
faux pregnant protuberance,
though thankfully
derriere still rather dash
shing, which palmolive pilot sized buttocks

doth newt offset sorry to report
lost battle of the bulge,
where diet tribes furloughed in a flash
abandoning their respective stations,
gnome hatter sinusoidal
parabolic frontispiece finds me to gnash
my toothless mouth for lack of means
to stave of the depredations
of slump pin proletariat
allowing me a hash

sheesh priceline tag 
with hefty weight, acquiescing
this Pillsbury doughboy blivet
to subject himself to the sharp
stings of a cool whip lash
bearing the snap against 
raw skin as due process
and supplication for atlas shrug
gin his broad shoulders
at the fountainhead naming me mash
shew Scott in regard to oblate inflation
insulation fiberglass around midsection, and

how ma late mum
(an avid fan of doctor Carleton Fredericks,
who preceded Mehmet Oz), would quash
the love she showered on this sole heir -
resorting to exhaustive palliatives -
even ear rash
shun null gambits,
and as last ditch effort
putting this offspring 
on par with an albatross -
vamoose get out with the trash
unless everything (pertaining to
indelible stubborn blubber 
comes out at the whoosh she wash
Diet of worms.