Munters

Obese,
and grunting,
sweating,
and munting,
trudging the kids off to school.

Puffing,
and panting,
raging and ranting,
You gotta stop eating, you fool.

Stop stuffing ya hodgers,
you fat lardy podgers,
you're eating far more than your share.
Your ass is immense,
like beach balls in tents,
what ya doin' just doesn't seem fair.

What about the Africans?

They ain't having any laugh-ricans.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015



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