The pictures were anathema
A hideous recoiling from shock
Curvaceous detriment to manhood
Everything was out of proportion
Embarrassing piece of humanity
An outcast requested a respite
The camera gave no quarter
After all the running, the work
These pictures made a mockery
Though they are true nature
Their honesty is a bitter pill
A pill which I must now swallow
Continue down the solitary path
So lace up your shoes yet again
Pretend you're making progress
And make it a reality for others
You still have time, you know
Every iota of attention has me
On my knees swearing fealty
The girl on the run this morning
Asked me "are we there yet?"
I answered "we're getting there"
And it was the truth
