My Priority

With every word that tarnishes my taste
Another pound is added to my waist
A heart of crass and seeded loathe
Is an inch to the ass, an inch to my clothe

As I run from myself and dismay others
My reflection fades, and self evaluation clutters
I carry two people as I spit my deceit
And my arches cave as [they] batter my feet

And until I feel ugly and disgusting, respectively
And disgusting and ugly, inevitably
I will never humble myself happily
And remember “who is my priority?”