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![]() Thank You for My Gastric BypassThank you for My Gastric Bypass Popeye’s chicken I can once again order The pounds have melted off my ass I no longer have an overweight disorder Once I was the neighborhood blimp Layers of adipose were collectively rollin’ I no longer walk with a side-winding limp Less activity now takes place in my colon My stomach was shortened with a clamp French Fries only regurgitate I walk the stairs, no longer wheeled on a ramp I live in Louisiana, the “Gastric Bypass”, famous state Exercise was deemed, a total waste of time My stomach was an accomplice of perjury My G.I. tract now accommodates, all “Fast Food” it can find God Bless, my sacred “Gastric Bypass Surgery” Fat grams, I was never, one to count Reading the entire menu, is no long the question The lasagna is coming, I ordered the large amount Who cares, if I have chronic indigestion? On the beach embarrassed, hid in a large beach towel Hear my loud and ominous , shoe sounds It’s amazing what happens, when you re-arrange your bowel Gastric Bypass will drop, fat pounds The compassionate doctor held my hand “We will use a device that is known as the Lap” I then got billed for ten thousand grand I lost weight, and lost the ability, to crap The Bypass has contributed to my new life’s lease Workouts at the gym, wasted months of my life A few stomach holes, and I’m no longer obese In just a few hours, asleep, under the knife So thank you for my Gastric Bypass It’s nice to be look like my peers I have enrolled myself in a culinary class Then enroll in a Gastric Bypass, once again, in a few years Send this Whackocard to your friends! |