Declination:

I wrote this at work today.
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I feel sorry for the girl
sucking down the ice cream bar,
sagging gut and all.
Her folds of fat concealing;
I'm left to wonder if she wears a belt?
I asked her for a morsel
of her frozen dairy treat.
She held it tight, closer
nearly snarling at the proffer.
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Right out of the good old brain. Its rough.
Clay