The food is my enemy,
I shall not eat.
I maketh my salad of green leaves,
and wander past my still fitness walker.
In restaurants never more,
my limbs toddle in the paths of painstaking lunging for fashion’s name’s sake
Yea, though I walk through the valley of fast food’s shadow of carbs,
I will fear no flab,
for my fat blocker art with me,
thy drops and thy pills, they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of my calorie counter,
thou anointest my salad with olive oil,
my cup of green tea runneth over.
Surely fruit bars and shakes shall follow me all the days of my life,
and I shall dwell in the temple of the half-starved forever!!