Day 145 prompt: Statue

Suppose an artist
Moved by my greatness
Chisels a large stone
Into my likeness

A passionate sculptor
With a spirit for verity
Might carve out my features
With too much integrity

Showing the knots
On my arthritic joints
Bringing my nose
To too fine a point

Supporting my face
With chins beyond double
Concealing my waist
With a round belly bubble

Blemishes and crows feet
In deep-etched relief
Unsightly panty lines
From my high-waisted briefs

If that’s how I’ll look
Ever still and enormous
I pray that the statue
Be erected posthumous