The C Plan

it’s the diet of the decade,
the plan to get you thin,
no need to starve or exercise
to lose that extra chin

the membership will cost you dear,
though not in gold or silver,
you’ll fit in to your skinny jeans
but your life will start to wither

who cares for living long enough
to draw your old age pension,
just give me legs more deadly
than the killer plan in question

and when you’re on your death bed
for the plan has stripped you bare,
at least you’ll fit in to your shroud
as they say your final prayer

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