Look at yourself you fatass
You need to lose some weight
A thin, beautiful, perfect child
I will help you create
First we'll start with one pound
And by the time thats through
It can't possibly be enough
So now we'll push for two
The two pounds come and go
But you're still not pleased with what you see
So then I'll whisper in your ear
"Hey lets shoot for three"
Pound after pound you will shed
But yet you yearn for more
So whats the harm I say
Our next goal will be for four
Over the time you'll get addicted
Four will turn to eight
And so you'll keep on losing
As you fuss about your weight
You look in the mirror and are unpleased
With the fat protruding from your skin
Eight turns into sixteen
You just want to be thin
Oh hold on now you're getting sick
But you don't give a damn
Because now you're truly obsessed
You're scared of gaining just one gram
And by now you've lost 50 pounds
And you want to double that
But you don't see you're getting deathly thin
You're the opposite of fat
But you don't see it
So you say "A couple more pounds, just a few"
And not that much further on
The disease has killed you
So people go to your funeral
And they cry as they play the last song
And I'm standing there smirking
Don't you see this was my plan all along?
YOU ARE READING
A poem for death
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