My Avoirdupois Is Out of Hand

My Avoirdupois Is Out of Hand

My avoirdupois is getting out of hand

Things are weighing me down

Responsibilities, sensitivities

Each and every day

brings some pressing need.

My specific gravity

is going through the roof

The rest of me

is heading for the cellar.

The pressure has done its work

I have been compacted

No mere shoulder droop

or flatness of feet

I am but six inches tall

My face is now a plate

holding up my hair

riding on two shoes.

Those of my acquaintance

ask in greeting

"How are things?"

I answer

"Looking up!"

and waddle by

gravitas intact

things to do.

Author: William Perley
On OMPJ 

Photo Credit: Bruce Christianson on Unsplash