The Hog

One of the first poems I wrote lOl. It is a one image poem. Enjoy :)
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Hogging the machine,
She sits and stays.
In Aeropostale,
She drinks slowly.

Water washes
Her throat.
Doing double nothing
For the spare tire

She carries.
Her workout
Seems senseless,
However she hogs.

She rises.
She waddles
Off. Useless water
Still tagging along