I think you should meet us so we can talk about your Diabetus

I think you should meet us
So we can talk about your Diabetus
The ancient greek poet
Was too sweet and didn’t know it
Too much potatoes and bread
And you may find yourself dead
We would prefer that you eat your boogers
Than fill up your diet with too many sugars
Is that your second plate of pasta?
They are saying in the kitchen, Basta!
You a love too mucha the spaghetti
And you makin your pancreas
Turn to confetti.


You may think you’re wealthy
But you ain’t shit if you ain’t healthy
You like a whopper with cheese
And eat anything you please
Of pastries you take your pick
Even though it will make you sick
At least you aren’t taking illegal drugs
Or consorting in alleys with sketchy thugs

You take a look at all that food
You need to reorient your attitude, 
You need to stop it you stupid dude
Or you will find your body will be royally screwed.