Sickle Cell Bulimia
I was in a hurry
To weight only forty
Had no time for a drawn
out diet
So decided I would try it
Bought a sickle
Carved off my flesh
It didn't tickle,
But the blood was fresh
Got on the scale,
With my dying breath
Couldn't read the weight
Too much blood
And it was now too late
I probably weighted but twenty
A skeleton was I
Exceeded my desired weight loss
But for this I had to die.
Copyright © Tom Bell | Year Posted 2008
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