O Horrors!

A dire warning to the glutton,
As he commits a deadly sin,
For which the body suffers.
Agonies within
And torments,
In the third ring of hell,
With Cerebus, await
The evil doer, with too much
Upon his plate.

This filthy over-indulgence
His afterlife, pollutes,
All those Earthly pleasures,
As odious as rotting fruit.
The sickly smell of souls'
Corruption, will fill his choosy nose
And the shit and offal of his life
Squishes up between his toes.

Beware contemptible glutton,
For as your life is lived,
The fate,
In death,
Awaiting you, returns
All the moderation,
That in life, you give.