Robbed
I figured the day for any day;
the outside looked as plain.
So, I just went about my way
as if things hadn’t changed.
But I heard someone passing say,
“My word, is that your brain?!”
and everywhere I looked, well they
would vomit in abject disdain!
Turns out my skin and skeleton
got jacked last night while I
was sleeping, and I’m curious
as to exactly why
I’m not the least bit furious
I look like meatball pie,
but owning it, I like the fit
and love the tongue as a tie!
Fact is this is sort of neat
as I walk down the empty street
where once there were long lines to greet
and endless throngs of folk to meet.
Fact is I was meaning to drop a few pounds
and so it works out all the way around.
At least I have this other stuff
that flies are feasting on
and maybe that will be enough
until the rest is gone;
(I’m thinking either way I’m loved
by Truth’s triumphant One.)
