The fat police are pressing for an confiscatory tax on sugary drinks, arguing that people are getting too fat and costing the rest of us money for the ills fat people encounter. I don’t believe the fat police are concerned with the welfare of others, especially overweight people, whom they obviously despise. No what the fat police want, like the tobacco police and all the other busybodies who think they have a moral claim to rule our lives, is power. Power to tell others what to do, power to rule the lives of others. When I read that I went right out and bought a case of Coke.
Please tell me sir, you surely joke
They’re gonna tax my can of Coke?
They’re gonna tax it ‘cause they think I’m fat?
But when I step on bathroom scale
It says I’m skinny as a rail
What do these loonies have to say to that?
Suppose I join the ranks of those
Who cannot fit into their clothes
And lose the weight the whackos say I’ll lose
What if I slowly waist away
And die of hunger one fine day
With homicide detectives without clues
You think the tale a bit absurd
But sugar’s now a dirty word
And calories once lost are not regained
And so I post this little verse
In case I go from bad to worse
And hope my sad demise is thus explained