By Jason Salas, Illustration by J. Lopez

When I was svelte, I wore me a belt,
A small one of pricey fine leather,
But then came the rolls, and used up my holes,
And I’m at the end of my tether.
I could blame myself, for my lapse of health,
But doing such would be degrading.
It’s much better thinking the belt’s the one shrinking,
Whilst ego and I keep inflating.

Illustration by J. Lopez

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