• Look in the mirror, step on the scale,
    Oh no, you're a whale!

    Shove your fingers down your throat,
    Repeat 'til the gagging skips a note.
    Your mind switches off for this part,
    You'll soon forget the taste of acid tart.

    A month goes by, you're on the mend,
    But don't want this love to come to a bitter end.
    Just once more,
    And you'll put an end to this gore.
    How convenient, you've gained a pound,
    Time again to hear that unvoiced sound.

    Five months have passed,
    With this disease you have not cast.
    Now you realize this is more than a habit,
    You may never be able to bury this hatchet.