Saturated

Slump down and get
saturated by the fat
relaxing in the air,
and in our lungs.
laughing as it sticks
our minds shut,
and disappears.

one foot through the portal
to a fat-free world
where the sirens shout,
telling us to watch out
for sugars
that eat our lies
which we feed on.

sport hides away,
embarrassed,
with no energy
and nothing to gain...

stick thin we return,
our clothes collapse.
we moan.
we lie to ourselves,
and the sugars return.

back to reality
and the fat returns.