Bulimic
Bulimic
She smart she nice
She really has an appetite
She tall she thin
Who do you think of then?
She splurges on food when no one looks
Who are the crooks?
The magazines or books
She purges every night
Is that alright
She purges with ever meal
What’s the deal?
She work out for fun
May to overdone
She thinks she fat
What with that?
How does she stop?
When friends say “what have you done”?
Is it fair when someone cares?
She says she alright
By that’s a lie
She said she on a diet
And starts a riot
What she needs is help not scorn
She a bulimic
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