Super Size Super Skinny
Super Size Super Skinny
Oh, Doctor Christian
So handsome in that half-man half-horse kind of way
I love your style
Patronisingly handing down little nutritious nuggest of wisdom
To the morbidly obese and the dangerously thin
-This is what you eat in a week
Does it shock you?-
A tube representing your intestines
Stuffed to the brim with gak
Saturated fat
Salt
Sugar
Processed to within an inch of its life
Your knife and fork Attack it
-You love it
You shove it down
Your porky fat face.
And as for you, Is that breakfast?
That tiny little mosel?
Your carlorie intake is dangerously low
You eat on the go
Next to nothing
You are fading away.
But I will use my shock-jock tactics
Laced with charm
to disarm you and
bring you back to the
Path of righteousness
The delightfulness
Of eating a healthy balanced meal
And taking moderate exercise.
- And all before the eyes of the waiting nation
Sat on their couches Maltezers in hand
Their waistlines expand in sympathy
As you swap meals
-Here skinny eat a load of lard
I know it's hard, but it's good for you.
And fatty, a dry chicken breat
Will test you with a little limp lettuce on the side. -
You can't hide your disappointment
But Dr Christian is there to hold your hand
Help you understand what a useless twat you've been
- No! - Clean your plate and show some gratitude! -
It's only food
and with a quick look through the family album
Dr Crhistian can sniff out the sourse of your stubborn disorder
Borderline bulimic, he could write a polemic
Body dismorphia he's got a cure for ya
But only if it involves pop psychology
and bucket loads of doe-eyed sympathy
Oh, Dr Christian, so dashing and trim
Helping the fat get thinner and the thin be not so slim
All those years at medical school
You're nobody's fool, you're a winner
The kind of guy I'd like to have to dinner
And feed, and feed with an array of fare
that you don't care for And never will
It's a bitter pill to have to take
But swallow it you must
and turst me I may not be a doctor
But I watch a lot of telly
And I know that it's ture
No matter how bad and not matter how much
A constant diet of crap TV Is always good for you
c/r kate tym 2010
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Sun 16th May 2010 16:51
This is actually quite funny, and a great social comment. It seems to have run away with the writer like a stagecoach jolting off the road behind horses on 'uppers', completely uncontrollable by the driver. I think if this were tightened up a lot, keeping really good bits and jettisoning unnecessary stuff, it would be half as long and really super.