I can hear your plea
for a slimmer me.
I know it's crass,
but I like my ass.
My powerful seat,
may be fashion's defeat.
But in blaming my bottom,
you must have forgotten
The lava fountain
inside that mountain,
My cradle of fire,
to rock your desire.
I'm not blind
to your taboos.
Feel free to choose
another kind,
and leave my own . . .
behind.
Return to thoughts and musings.