We learned as a child,
In the Lord’s prayer,
To ask for our daily bread.
First it was a single slice.
Then it was two with margarine spread.

The weight of our bodies –
A balancing act –
To not be too thin or too fat,
To maintain the perfect form,
To not be too round or too flat

Has caused us to pray a new prayer:
“Help me exercise,
And, Lord, make me not want to eat
More than one thousand cal’ries today, 
And help me say “no’” to that chocolate treat –

So I can have the perfect form
To show off to the world.”
It’s really not an issue of health.
It’s vanity, plain and simple,
And just another means to gain wealth.

The diet companies make a mint
To keep us all uptight,
And advertisers use us as well
To fatten up their wallets
With the exercise machines they sell.

With torture chambers in our houses,
That double as clothing racks,
The next step we take to conquer fat
Is lyposuction surgery
That fills up a two-gallon vat.

But let’s get back to simplicity:
“Give us our daily bread,”
And eat what the Lord has provided,
Giving Him thanks for the food.
At least, that’s what I have decided.