Somehow I have now managed to refuse the fudge
Different year to have decided to fight the 'pudge'
My only reliable transportation sold really quick
I'm sure the buyer had a better use of the forklift
With pleasure I have given up the wide load billboard
Disposing of that annoying back up reverse sensor
Slowly but surely, I started to become less greedy
So I began to share my area code with a growing city
The syrup in my veins ultimately looks like blood now
Reaching out for the vegetables instead of a fat cow
Energy I never had accrued through a healthy harvest
Helping me to overcome a minacious cardiac arrest
Hallucinations of everyone and everything looking like food
Disappeared forever since I'm no more in a compulsive mood
Comments:
'The end is near Fatso'
~Refer to the poem, '10 My Weight Discussion With Dave~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem