The Ghosts That Make Me Fat
Culturally insensitive ghosts and ghouls
Enter my bloodstream through my fingers
And mess up my metabolism
Making me fat.
Why do ghosts hate thin people so much
That tey would change the rawest nature
Of my wood paneled lungs
Just so I’d become obese and as lazy as a marmot?
The extent to which ghosts and ghouls will go
Dumfounds me every time
Sometimes sends me off to the asylum
Like a crazy fat person
Even on days when I haven’t stolen a snowplow.
Explain that one!