The trophy wife says, <br />'I love it, <br />I love it, <br />I love it! ' <br /> <br />Each syllable of each one <br />more pronounced than the previous, <br />nor do I believe her at all <br />even with her artificial <br />superficial <br />fist-pounding the air attitude <br />trying to convince this fat world <br />that her contribution <br />having been removed <br />can and will make a difference; <br />so, she addresses a USA network <br />forty times a day, every day and night <br />that losing weight her way is right <br />for ten bucks a day <br />and two weeks, count 'em, fourteen free <br />when two phuchs a day <br />would do as well, count on it, for me <br /> <br />nor can I easily remember without acronyms <br />what in hell a glycemic advantage is <br />except that one word has to do <br />with sugar-coating the problem <br />and it all has to do with intaking of fodder <br />or some other slop gotten for less <br />than their three hundred bucks a month <br />and the competition scowls at their ads <br />promoting their own make-yer-own-ass <br />skinny like mine, she says, the trophy wife, <br />to the planet Obesus as it grinds its orbit <br />with all its inhabitants clinging on <br />with fat talons to their bowflex <br />rubber maids searching for any advantage <br />when all they had to do, really, <br />is keep the fridge closed <br />and their yapping mouths shut <br />and hunt their own advanage <br />away from omnipresent and ubiquitous <br />USA and TBS ads.<br /><br />Lorenzo Costigliolo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-breakthrough-science-of-the-glycemic-advantage-a-rant-against-a-ubiquitous-infomercial/
