Since these were my three days off.
But now I only shake my head...
And manage just a scoff.
Up again to seventeen
And tomorrow won't be better.
The PIGOUT maid was tempting me...
And sadley so - I let her.
So tomorrow weight will hover still
In fact it might be worse.
And so it seems I will fight on...
Against this wicked curse.
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