The Ballad of Thin Gaza

"Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mr. Jones?"
Bob Dylan

I bet they're hungry in Gaza. Damn, I'm hungry here in Tel Aviv! It's the banks, the cellular companies, the city taxes, the water, electricity, gas, cables & Internet bills, which take it all, leaving me no cash for food. Can I call for a humanitarian assistance? I'm starving!
But there is some fat around this city. I see the skyscrapers, luxurious towers of globalization, beaming at me with plumpness. Maybe they can see Gaza with their binoculars, although it lost some weight recently. Maybe it's only a rumor, nobody believes the News anyway.
They can see up there the truth, but they don't tell us. It's better to be silent about this delicate issue of weight. The importance of not telling anything, not letting anyone in, not letting anyone up, is well practiced among the fat. And we all want to be fat like them. We all want to gain weight – to consume it all! Just click & play! Pop & Shop! I bet they want to shop in Gaza too. But it's risky business. I'm waiting for the next boom in Gaza – real estate!
So please all you beautiful fatties, tell us the truth. What's going on there? Have Gaza lost some weight? Is it simply anorectic? Get it on the scale now! We can't see Gaza from Tel Aviv because the skyscrapers block our view. Is it shrinking with pain? Because something is happening there but you don't know what it is, do you, Mr. Barak?