10 % of the fat I take
is the percentage of love that you give
33% of the time I spend on my long-gone abs
could have been passion aimed to you
And they all shout at me:
“Hydrate now”
“Buy this heating cream for your sake”
And they all shout at me:
“Anti-cellulite jell”
“Never forget the hypo allergic nylon around your waist”
35% of the carbohydrates in my food
Come from the tears the seasons shed at moments like these,
Over a white plate full of multivitamins,
It could have been a solution to you, too
And a voice very similar to my doctor’s whispers to my ear
“It’s exercise you need”
“Go write your name on a gym door”
And a voice high-pitched like mum’s calls
“I’ll buy you the trainers, don’t worry dear”
And a deep voice like dad’s assures
“I’ll buy you the socks”
Almost all protein I take
comes from eggs, beans, nuts and saliva from your kiss
but an ovo-lacto vegetarian like me
should think twice with all this intolerance to milk
And then you turn your head to face me
After years of pc and tv disguised denial
“I am not hungry tonight, let us not eat”
And I think “at last, that should be the missing link to my diet”
But unfortunately, sadly, conquered I whisper
with a mixed sound of all the voices that have ever advised me
“Why, love, come on, I’ll get us something to eat”.
