Skinny Man

A colleague at work,

With his funky shirts,

Always border lining between formals and informals,

While his shirts are cool, what's paranormal,

Is his weight,

He shows me his nonexistent belly and says, "mate",

Ate a triple cheese burger last night,

And I fume, this isn't right,

I just drank water last night,

And look at my belly, that's far from light,

While he's ageing in reverse,

My love handles get worse,

In his defence, he works out even in his sleep,

While I'm sleepwalking in my colony and dodging the occasional Jeep,

One day I'll get skinny,

Until then, I'll try not to be whiny.