Abez Is... 
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Out of the chub that covers me
Though soft I sit from pole to pole
I thank forever the Lord that Be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the sweet clutch of circumstance
I have not pinched nor snacked around
Under the bludgeoning of chocolate chance,
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of fat and fears
Looms but the horror of the shade
And yet the menace of these years
Finds, and shall find me, unweighed.
It matters not how great the plate
How charged with condiments the roll
I am the Master of my fate
I am the captain of my...stomach.
-AbezAvecRat
(Author retains full intellectual property rights of above literary masterpiece. No substitutions, exchanges or refunds. Offer void where prohibited. For external use only.)
Monday...looms menacingly at me with bared teeth and claws. I am inspired to yet another poetic masterpiece: (It’s a chant)
Eeek Eeek Eeek!
The beginning of another week!
Thank you. I’m feeling poetic in a cosmoplanetary hypermagnificent way, do you dig daddy?
posted by Abez @ 3/10/2004 08:40:00 AM
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