Obese Mass
The couch invisible,
hidden by a body of mass
His gut rises
His gigantic thighs
His round ankles
His flappy breasts
His chin rests on
a pillow of fat that
jiggles
He devours his heavy meals
conducting noises like
a garbage disposal
His ass anchors
the motionless weight
It sweats and sweats
His wife placing another bottle
of Coca Cola
(A straw is used)
so his neck dodges stress of bending
His weight is probably
due to a disease
Everyone has a disease
these days
Driving to their doctors
pleading for their prescription
then driving to the pharmacy
to gladly pick it up
Clinging to their pill case
As the fat man
slurps down more pizza
All of them proud
to be an American
Copyright © Frank Guglietta | Year Posted 2013
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