Obesity and Harry

I was transfixed with Chuckie Egg sometimes, By Harry who was obese but with very thin legs, Which to me looked too slim for his eating times, For the size of his rounded stomach of kegs. Sometimes I gave myself an ego trip on him, it, B y saying that I was a member of a top family, Where my dad wanted to upon Billy Graham sit, And my mum was fundamentalism’s anomaly. My parents were so high up in strict Christianity, And I thought they were mobile on nothingness, So Harry was to me an image of them, familiarity, As evolution theory gave me emotional happiness. I sometimes had to tell myself that it was a game, Not real, because I needed to classify my parents, For their raving social life, connections and fame, By believing in Jesus, archaic and my abhorrence.