Fat man's poetry.

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From the personal diary of  Fatty McFatFat

 

 

 

Dear

Fat,                                                                                                                                                            

July

17th

1984

You're killing me, My legs are tired, My veins are clogged, My life is

slow, My energy is spent, My love life is lacking, My life is ending

when I should have more time left. I hate you Fat and I know that you

know it.

 

It is so hard to move; you drag me so low.

So I try again to lose you, you make me so slow.

 

I hate you fat with all my rage.

 

I begin to run but you make me stop

Oh so heavy and about to drop.

 

I'll burn you fat this is your ending of days.

 

I'm a junk food junky, I snort lunch like crack

In actuality I'm starving for nutrition I lack.

 

You constantly show it, the love I have for snacks

Thousand times I've tried to burn you with diets made by quacks

 

I have failed again, my body is, broken and busted.

I should have listened when you said "skinny people can't be trusted"

 

They can't be trusted and this much is true

I can't ever remember life with out you.

 

But I have an old picture of me looking thin.

I have butchered hope that somewhere deep with in,

is the real me, the me I wish to be again.

 

~ Fat Ass

 

 

July 25th 1984  

If I want to lose this fat; I need to do the Total Nutrition Fat

Disenagration Program where I plan to live on TN. This is a Hard Core

program but it burns fat faster than anything I've ever heard of.

I realize now that the junk food I eat and the soda I drink is ruining

my life but I can't, I won't eat that carrot. Everything inside me

recoils

at the word diet or changing my bad food habits.

Well its not like that with TN. I just have to drink it. Down the hatch

and I

don't have to eat salads. Actually sounds easier than the nasty taste

of rabbit food. But what I'm gonna write

next is going to make my heart break. I won't eat at all; just drink

but I'll have all the real food my body needs and I can drink as much

as I want. That's a big plus point.

 

 

August 4th  1984

I have gotten the TN from Doc and some of his poop pills. He was

shocked to hear that I was only having one bowl movement every 3-5

days.

He said that I should be taking a crap 2-4 times a Day. A nice way of

telling me I'm full of shit. 

 

( To be continued )