Bring your fat status,
And sit it right here.
Let me say something to you,
And make it quite clear.
Your greasy rump bumping days are gone.
Along with your meat squeezed into latex.
The attractiveness of it has been overrated,
And too prolonged with a diet that is all wrong.

You are not alone...
With your munching on chops and chips!
You will lose a lot of it.
Especially with those jelly rolls,
Around your thighs and hips!
You are going to learn to exercise.
Every inch of your body.
Excluding your tongue and lips!

You see that refrigerator?
Padlocked and sealed.
I've cleared the cupboards clean of snacks.
No more sneaking at midnight...
To hear the creaking of cracks,
Of your poundage on the wooden floors.
You will...
From this day foreward,
Do something besides sleep, complain and eat.
We've got to budget.
And your gluttony will be addressed.
To cut our expenses,
Before we are thrown out into the streets.

No more buttered muffins,
With fried chicken wings.
To bring to bed as treats.
Or boxes of chocolates to nibble...
As you and I watch TV!
Then one day...
Maybe we can remove it from the ceiling.
And you will be able to view it...
Without all that excess,
Between your head and feet!

'Why are you so vicious? '

Vicious?
I'm trying to save myself,
From being crushed to death!

Lawrence S. Pertillar

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