your soul can get

phat

–it can!

that food for the soul

isn’t low-cal

by no mean

it’s heightened everything,

and so sweet…

–but most for your toast

ain’t salad

(for crying out loud)

salud

that gimme some sugar

is raw!

–filling wholesome

Plain as the knows in your faith,

for all it’s extra special, it’s

Good food

to mete—

Good God—

let’s eat!

Surprising, though–which

chow

lingers the longest

(a swivel of the hips)

and which are quickest to go…

(a shoulder with a chip)

take for example,

love.

It coats the spirit

for-e-v-e-r

(talk about those lasting pounds!)

>ker-thud, ker-thud<

long after it’s eliminated from

your RDA

–no matter how often you exorcise

it

swells the heart,

—no matter how frequently your head spins

‘but’ gets bigger,

–no matter if you chug-a-lug Spirits,

and carbo load angel food

your reflection is

permanently

plus

(1)

size.

On camera 2,

and while that’s neither well nor good,

it is

and now you’re probably wondering

which kismet kibble is easiest to lose…

(I’m projecting)

and that’s such a no-brainer

you’d have to be brain shy

not to sense it innately

–at least a Little Bit

…

and do you?

trust.

Trust is the first soul food to go

–who cares if residual traces remain in your gut

–or if you’d stocked up last time out to Big Box, and forget

your stash in cupboard with Cupcake…

it spoiled

Why, you can lose it just

thinking

about it,

and certainly

–certainly—

by passing it by.

The log in for Net

–didn’t*

work

it was always

damn!

(spelled that way, but drawn-out-loud)

filling of

fish bowl

featuring the same

fishy characters

–bloated

(oh…pine. Did I mention? The log)

–baited

(to get you to play Linkin Log)

& rarely

fly

(the hook)