You think I love you,
And right now I seem to,
But changes are coming.
You say you love me some of the time,
But you abuse me.
And you take me for granted.
Most days, you don't even think about me.
You forget that I even exist,
That I serve you so well,
That I care for you.
You forget all about me
And all I do for you.
But still, I continue to take good care of you --
For now, that is.
You can count on me --
For now.
And you go on living your life
As if things will stay the same
Forever and
Ever.
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Someday, you will hate me,
You will curse me,
Accuse me of leading you on,
Tempting you to surrender
Your youthful body to pleasures
Of the flesh,
To decadence and hedonism.
Maybe I am wickedly seducing you,
But you deserve
Everything that will happen to you,
The consequences you will incur
For disregarding me, not thinking about me
Ever.
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You see, I am your young hot metabolism,
Burning so fierce within you now.
So go right ahead,
Eat those burgers and fries!
Drink extra-large milkshakes!
Eat hot fudge sundaes and whole pizzas!
Eat pies, eat cakes!
Eat whatever you desire!
I will take care of it all for you.
I will burn those thousands of calories up,
And not let any of it deposit
One ounce of fat on you.
And you will believe
That I will do this
Forever and
Ever.
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But someday, someday soon, perhaps,
I will turn on you.
Like a lover spurned,
I will get my revenge on you.
When you least expect it,
I will slow down.
Then, something will happen to you --
Unexpected consequences --
The Freshman Fifteen,
Holiday overindulgence,
Love blubber,
Honeymoon rolls,
New baby fat,
Middle-age spread,
Sedentary job fat,
Grief fat,
Joyful fat,
Depression fat,
Medication fat,
Happy pounds or sad!
Something will happen,
And your body will change forever and
Ever.
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You won't even know what's happening --
Even as your clothes grow snugger.
You'll just keep eating.
Even when you have trouble
Buttoning buttons,
Zipping up zippers,
You will deny the evidence.
You will blame your tight jeans on the dryer
Shrinking your clothes.
The mirror will lie to you.
You will avoid the scales.
Your friends will be polite
And not tell you what is happening to you.
You will believe that I am still your friend,
Your lover,
That I am still working,
That I still care for you,
That I am still burning those calories.
But no, I will have grown lazy by then.
I will have grown tired of caring for you.
I will retire from your abuse of me
And apathy toward me, taking me for granted.
You never even thank me for keeping you so thin,
But you will blame me
When you sprout love handles,
When you start to get a belly,
When you need to buy a new wardrobe.
But by then, it will be too late.
So go ahead now, eat, drink and be merry,
For tomorrow, I shall make you fat, very fat.
The end of your slender hot bod is waiting for you.
And once you fatten, I won't let you be thin again
Ever.