He’s in the book of records now, The biggest boy you’ll find; Manuel Uribe’s huge And lives a life maligned. Twelve hundred pounds of people Are rolled into this man; Four hundred pounds though smaller Than he used to span. Confined within his bedroom For most of forty years; Too big to venture outside For heart attacks he fears. He started a foundation To help the overweight; To share his fat condition With others of his fate. Surgeries aplenty, Performed upon his mass; But nothing seemed to help him, Each hundred pound he’d pass. Next year he’s in contention To win another prize; The most in measured weight loss By any set of thighs. He’s done the best he’s able To live with such a curse; But when his days are over I’d like to see his hearse.