02 Nov 2016 – Sonnet

My Fitbit says one fifth of me is fat!
No lean cuisine here! Marbled well! A roast
that’s guaranteed to grease the cooking vat –
a mess to mop that takes a loaf of toast!
My scales confirm that liar’s ugly truth!
Each Saturday it screams ‘GET OFF YOU FOOL!’
It flashes spiteful numbers like they’re proof –
my efforts earning mockery most cruel!
I turn away from God’s own honest fare,
my people’s provender down through the years,
and what’s it getting me? Does my waist care?
Becalmed I am! Sargasso Seas of tears!
As night falls I can feel my doom descend.
The pizza-man forgives, he’ll be my friend.