The weight is dropping faster than I can
Pretend to shovel the tasteless waste down my throat
At first there was the fear
If this persists one day I will dwindle to nothing
Followed by the panic and the binging
Must. Consume. Calories.
Three bites in and that should be enough
But the pants continue to fall
And the shirts simply hang from the clavicle
Eventually I'll fix this mess of a body
Only after I fade to nothing