A poem for death

Pound by pound

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?