Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Whadda ya mean..im fat n all?
Where do you get the glaring light
To make my clothes look way too tight?
I think I’m fine ,but I can see
You won’t co-operate with me,
The way you let the shadows play
You’d think my hair was getting grey.
What’s that, you say? A double chin?
Nah, that’s the way the light comes in!
If you persist in peering so
You’ll confiscate my facial glow,
And then if you’re not hanging straight
You’ll tell me next I’m gaining weight,
I’m really quite upset with you
For giving this distorted view;
I hate you being smug and wise
Oh, look what’s happened to my thighs!
I warn you now, Oh mirrored wall,
Since we’re not on speaking terms at all,
If I look like this in my new jeans
You’ll find yourself in smithereens!!
2008-02-03 @ 19:19