“A pound of flesh” is what started it,
A phrase which my dear friend happened to mention it,

And it set the ball rolling,
Of all the things I’ve been forgoing,

No non veg, no spirits, no smoke,
It’s as if all life’s treats were on the revoke,

Well, she said, it would help me pass St. Peter’s gate with ease,
But then this wasn’t to purge myself so that my difficulties cease,
It was to redeem my dear daughter,
Absolve her from her sufferings so that her life’s a blockbuster