Just Say No

I'm down 99 pounds, almost to the big 100 and a certain evil, fun size chocolate bar won't give me a break. It's no FUN worrying about extra calories going directly to your ass. You're not getting a piece of me. I'm shoving you into the witch's candy cauldron way back in the pantry where you'll be lucky if you see the fluorescent light of the kitchen. Go ahead and try to call my name late at night and you'll be sleeping with the trash where you belong. Deep down, under your bright orange wrapper, you're just a sad, crunchy, little wafer hiding behind layers of sticky caramel and sinful chocolate. It's so on!