Poem-

A Ride Called Fat

You see her sitting there behind that one stare,
angry and tourmented in a wheel chair.
Or is it him whome sitting behind the computer screen,
sad and depressed without his ice cream.
Could it be that fellow with his mellow yellow,
Like all of these women here and their hips of jell-o.
Insulin dependence is a must,
in sugar filled snacks and trans fats we trust.
Corruption takes her place in our fridge and freezer,
Only now there is one pleaser.
Maybe its that guy in the walmart,
oh boy, where would i start.
the man whose shirt fits too small,
or the ass of the woman who matches a ball?
Over sized appetites,
it is their right.
A super sized dream come true,
$4.99 for a real meal value.
they dont control their urges,
thier wastline splurges.
that kid with his non home cooked meal,
only understands that "home cooked" is a mcdonalds deal.
oversized and repressed,
over stuffed and depressed.
no more sex apeal,
now, just jealously reveal.
change your lives before its too late,
or face your demise and the end of your fate.