Fat

It has happened I’ve grown old And become something I truly dislike Surly I could blame My illness Or my old age But none of these are at fault Time has worn, torn And beaten me down My feet are so very swollen And my hands as well When I was young And walked with friends Or shopped With my x-wife I would see the fat people Buying fat food Riding those fat carts At the supermarket And as I watched I would whisper to myself If I ever get like that I hope they shoot me These days I am Both old and fat And as I shop My x-wife is in the next isle You really can’t miss her She’s the old hag Carrying a gun Looking for me