Self-Talk To A Fat Ass: A Poem

"You're a disgusting fat pig and I hate you.
You know very well what you must do.
Stick your fingers down you're fat, ugly throat.
I'm afraid that this is all that you wrote.

I saw you filling your pathetic fat face.
And I had to get you out of this sad and tight space.
Throw up your food---yes, every last bite.
I'm waiting to see you win the skinniness fight.

I know you enjoy munching, you big ugly girl.
I saw your self-discipline completely unfurl.
Did you think I'd let you off the hook you sick cow.
I'd like to kick you, you fat-crusted sow.

Am I finally getting my message through to you?
Don't you know what it is that you'll now have to do?
Starve your fatass body, you pathetic huge beast.
You must lose twenty pounds at the very least.

Okay, now it looks like you're winning the fight.
You're beginning to become quite a lovely thin sight.
Don't give up now, you must heed what I say.
You'll be a lithe vanishing thin beauty.
This is your number one virtuous duty.

I see your resolve--the toilet's your friend
It will always be with you to the very end.
In death you'll at least be a winner.
You may lose your life, but you're oh so much thinner."