candled bodies are heavy,
let us burn it slowly,
lifting hands and legs regularly,
spreading warmth tomind of belly
candled bodies are too huge,
when put on surgeon's tables,
incision needs long knives,
dropping breasts apart,
each one more than few KG,
attendants tired of surgical orgee,
Imagine! ten unrelated's twenty hands,
crowded around flesh hill.
candles made from coiled threads,
dip in the melted at a time to get cooled,
doing it again and again make it big,
munching and resting make human fat..
please, burn off extra candles around our hearts,
vital organ and under our pampered skin,
will do wonders to our health and thought,
multiple layers of fats dissolve and vanish..
Let us not be burden to ourselves and better half,
Let us not be high profile consumer to live to eat,
Let us not be a burden as a fat patients to doctors
let us not be a heavy corpse, cursed to get lifted
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