What You Eat
by Susan Oakey

They told him he should watch his diet,
But he just didn't really buy it.
"How sad", he thought, "would my life be...
No chicken, pork or Mickey D?"

And so, the silent killer stalked.
His veins and arteries it blocked.
And while the man drank, while he ate,
He never knew he tempted fate.

He thought he had it figured out.
"You're what you eat, without a doubt.
Well, I may be a crazy coot -
But I'm no vegetable or fruit!"

And, when the dread assassin struck,
The man was dining on ground chuck.
He dropped his fork.
Eyes opened wide.
Slumped toward his plate.
Too young, he died.

Though death, in time, will claim us all,
You can delay that final call.
Remember, when you crave dead meat,
That what you are is what you eat.