A modest proposal*
“Brother! We’ve got trouble right here in River City,”
and it’s got three different names!
One: We’ve got sugars!
Two: We’ve got fats!
And
Three: we’ve got carbohydrates!
When you walk down the street
You see fat men and you see fat women.
You see old fat people and young fat people.
And
You see fat people eating three Big Meals a day!
And diets…we got um!
Last one I had was a high protein diet.
I got so I lusted more after a doughnut
than I did my wife!
And
And like the old cat…the weight came back.
You see Brother, we’ve got too much!
The food industry is a saber tooth tiger too.
It’s time for us to take action!
And
That means taking a little personal moral responsibility.
Many people are lucky to have one meal a day.
So,,,that is what I now do.
One meal, Brother, anything I want!
And
While I can eat all…I must not eat to be sick.
The result is that I think about the hungry others,
while do the people landscape a favor.
The weight does come off
And
I can remain the pig I am.
* thank you, Jonathan Swift
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