In Pizza Hut, Didsbury, did you see
The young girls and their young men, all looking
Painfully thin; on heroin, maybe
Or maybe that used to be me, so thin
I had a love-hate relationship in
That thin skin I was in then; it was cool
To suck in my stomach till all that’s seen
Was next to nothing, and when it was full
It emptied instantly, the fat all spilled
Somewhere in the ether. Even those three
In the doorway, good-humouredly waiting
For a waiter to show them to table
Will slowly fatten and, like stringy cheese
On pizza, it will stick, take some licking
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