I call my stomach LSP, that’s
Lumpy Space Princess by the way.
For the most part we have a good
Relationship, until she becomes a problem.
Our quarrels tend to occur
When I want to wear those jeans.
The infamous jeans that
Only fit on a good day.
We fight back and forth,
But reach the same conclusion.
LSP, triumphant in victory,
Leaving me broken and alone.
I slowly pull my life back together and
She’s out of my mind for a time.
Until, once again, she’s in a bad mood
To engage in our ongoing struggle.