Treasure Island

Mark R Slaughter


Overweight with Food


Are you just a tub of lard and
Vastly overweight?
Do you think that when you die you'll
Need a piano crate
To act as coffin for your frame? -
Chosen as you die in shame, with
Only you to take the blame
For years of eating much the same:
A daily calorific fest
Gourmands of your ilk digest!

Is your heart in final fling and
Nearly set to burst?
Are your arteries bunged and clogged and
Feeling now the worst
For wear? - your aneurysm fit to blow
While blood as thick as rising dough
Cries 'Halt! ' to any hope of flow:
A dreadful state to put on show
In front of any nurse!
Best you hail a hearse.




Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009










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Submitted: Sunday, October 04, 2009
Edited: Wednesday, March 21, 2012

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  • Marie Shine (10/4/2009 6:53:00 AM)

    What a poem! It's veins(lines) clogged with pure irony and satire!
    No consideration taken for any over weight reader who might come along to read the poem eh Mark! ! ! ! GREAT read - THANK YOU for sharing Mark. (Report) Reply

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