"I've lost thousands of pounds,"
the champion loser said.
"This must be an exaggeration",
I thought to myself, but
the fat man set
my minds' eye swimming:
lost in the greasy soup of plenty,
wild at the prospect of entire
rivers made of his lost fat
streaming with iridescent oil slicks
and bright colored globules,
I saw fat heads and butts afloat,
jowls and thighs big as mail boxes
bobbing, blubbering, and gurgling
the howls and ham hocks
of dietary indiscretions
greasing the golden arches
of an entire civilization
billions and billions of fat grams
chewed, swallowed and lost,
only to be added again
in time for the next diet.