Obesity

McChicken, McNugget, you’re so yummy,

Combined with the indigestible fries in my tummy.

Burger King is my home base,

Where you’ll find me, every day, stuffing my face.

My friends say “Don’t eat that—so unhealthy!”  to me,

Oh why can’t they just let me be?

To try and impose their will on me,

It’s obnoxious, fruitless, and not “guilt-free,”

Like this piece of chicken from KFC.

If these fools would just leave me alone

And stop with their moans and groans,

I could focus on more important things,

Like feasting on these delightful chicken wings.

Then they rudely snatch away my onion rings,

So to my greasy curly fries I tearfully cling.

I sobbingly cry “why?”

They say if I keep eating I will die,

But I believe that to be a lie,

“I’m hungry though…would YOU like some fries?”