I lost weight I feel great,
I'm no longer with the corrupt.
Now I hang out with do-gooder crowd,
Watch volcanoes erupt.
My MBA isn't serving well,
I can't understand the fancy babble.
Esoteric charlatans have coined words,
That's turning wealth into rubble.
I was diabetic and fat, you know that,
My shit didn't smell divine.
Adulterous food led to disastrous moods,
I always felt asinine.
I know I'm fiction but the people think I'm real,
I'm as real as Santa Claus, I attest.
I don't get it though, the poverty I see,
The money spent on god goes to waste.
But I have no real strength, at length,
I'm a fantasy in the pockets of power.
I do wish that someone would start,
To count my remaining hour.
