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.