If you choose not to eat
Be warned of what’s ahead
Imagine lifelong treat
Amidst the living dead.
Your belly will inflate
You’ll see that you are fat
The truth I should state:
Tummy’s are not flat
You’ll find the only fit
Will be children’s attire
Be confused as you sit
Because of faulty wire
Your nails will fail to grow
Your hair will shred in clumps
Your movement will be slow
Each ride fulfilled with bumps
You’ll want to be a mother
You may think you will not
But take it from another
Time changes future plot
Starvation and fertility
Are emphatically no match
Will hinder your ability
For prospective eggs to hatch
Your mind will be affected
You’ll learn how to lie
So try to be reflective
Unless you want to die.
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