FAT

Thighs, and legs, chicken drum sticks and heads sitting in KFC

With cankles and chunky knees

Podgy fingers and a swallowed up belt around the waist of fat 

and double braces that hold up camel toes and popped zips and buttons

“I got a wii fit in front of the telly” seems like a decent excuse for an obese middle aged fatty

Dregs of society, sit down and shovel in burgers, and chips, and nuggets with dip

and fish fingers and jugs of cocacola and grease. 

The fat oozes from their lips, and down the crease in their neck, 

and at any moment the seat beneath could give way, leave a wreck

What happened to anorexia, and size zero not 20. 

When the maximum people on a train now is 2

Its true, with moose knuckles conversing, outside of the burger king playground 

when the over weight children play on the slide. 

A sad case of affairs, when a chair snaps or a dress gives way to the colossal cellulite that wobbles and wobbles

Slap the thigh and ride in on the ripples

At least cripples can’t help it, if their jaws hang loose

Or if they try to end their life but their wheel chair won’t reach the noose 

But back to the fatties who choose chocolate moose

and double cream fillings and sweeties galore, food whores, 

and candy sluts, who fill their guts, and can’t stop.

Aids cures the world of gays 

And cancer cures the world of the weak

And diabetes will have its week and will cure the world, of the fatties and obese bitches.