It really works but does it help? Created for The Writer's Cramp Contest |
I’m tired of living this way. Fifty pounds in five days, or so they say. I’ve tried all the others; It wouldn’t hurt to try another. I'm fed up with the fat that hinders and does embarrass; Weighing me down, with every step I’m left breathless. Willing to exchange my breath For a self inflicted death; But before I swallow these bottles of pills, I’ll try this email claiming no treadmills. Fifty pounds in five days, what do I have to lose? Who knows it might not be a ruse. A bottle of juice, I swallow twice a day; That’s what the instructions say. First sip I take sends chills down my spine; I wonder if this is what I saw on Dateline. Another day, another sip; I must be careful not to skip. Well aware of the placebo effect, I keep my hopes low, with nothing to expect. But the next day I can’t ignore The difference from before: The decreased flab on my neckline And the reduction of rolls on my waistline. Long at last, a product that delivers. Now I’ll have no more sneerers. The answer to all my problems In a tiny bottle filled with venoms. The pounds kept falling, But I kept feeling Fat in my skin, Though they said I was thin. I continued to purchase The bottle of blackness. Losing inches and pounds by the day; So light, I could almost fly away. But the image in the mirror Was always so much bigger. In desperation I still find myself Willing to kill my ugly fat self. |