Should We Have To Count The Calories?
The crispy fritters hold the juicy meat,
Of sweet, birds and sheep that bleat,
The smell from the fast food outlets,
Willingly enter the nostrils to salivate,
With the blinking of a few minutes,
The whole tray of food on our tables,
Guarded by the long glass of sweetened fuzzy drink,
The daily need for the body saving protein blocks,
The much needed fat that help us in secretion,
Are fulfilled in our first meal, during breakfast,
The rest of the day when we add lunch and dinner,
The supporting snacks, alcohol and ice cream,
We are laying the road to the port of blood pressure,
Where the diabetes is added as the free gift,
The cardiac vascular diseases may strain our breeze,
The culprits are only few and they are seductively nude,
The carbohydrate and sugar raise our triglyceride,
The saturated fat increase our cholesterol,
Which is named as bad and the other one is good,
These three grouped together to spoil our health,
Visceral fat is nastier, the floats in the canals,
The fixed number of fat molecules gets larger and larger,
Sand bags are found in the abdomen and the limps,
The four padded full moons suffer with gravitational pull,
Men have become the toddlers, learn to walk slowly,
And steadily, once step in front and then balance for a while,
Gasping for air, looking around for the watching eyes,
Afterwards another step, the mass of muscles swing,
To the tune of our negligible speed of mobility,
Reduce consuming mountain size delicacies,
That is laced with excess salt and sugar;
Not only calories, also the ailments,
Cut down the salt, cut down the sugar and alcohol,
Cut down the carbohydrate, protein and lard,
Otherwise our fast life will be cut down short to suffer,
with known and unknown devils of diseases.
From the roasted mutton, the lard oozes out,
the smell is great, but eat the size of the mouse,
that we hold. It is mostly beneficial and good,
when we choose to eat what these animals eat.
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