Word Diet

Euphoric sticks in my throat like xantham gum.

Melancholy is as heavy as my mother's scones

and should be forsaken from the table

for a doorstop.

Fabulous and righteous

are the saccharine sweeteners in my morning coffee.

In another few years, studies will prove them carcinogenic,

artery clogging or fattening.

The doctor advises that I cut out blasphemous and salt.

Meticulous gives me heartburn.

I'm on a strict diet of

happy

sad

good

bad and

nice.

I put them all in the blender and they go down smooth.

2007 by Kim McDougall