The very first time I purposely purged
I was in a restaurant restroom,
I had dined on sweet tea and barbecue ribmeat, I had been feeling far too full.
It was shortly after my eyes had devoured
A novel,
About a young girl who begins to become
Bulimic.
She grew lovely and thin,
She was talented and suddenly everyone took note. She became the singing lead of a pop rock band.
The world adored her.
Other things occurred
But she did not recover.
No
That cannot be correct.
There must have been some meaningful moral.
Something besides
PUKING MAKES YOU PERFECT.
Society could never allow that lie
to be published to the masses
Tainting and Warping the grey matter of our youth.
My memory
Must be
Failing me
Certainly.
In my ripe old age of nineteen
I'm losing my senses or
Perhaps that is right
I hope that it is not.
I greatly prefer doubting myself
To losing all my faith in humanity.
