So Fat
So fat,
the coffee mug
jumping and grinning,
after my flat feet
slap the pergo,
just right cold.
Lifeless hair,
matters not in
waking up.
no lipstick
on the fat rim.
just joy, joy,
joy of the caffeinated
audience in
my steaming cup
of joe.
jubilation of thought
frothing on the top.
no pressure,
peopleless with pleasure.
the day ahead,
my behind
a treasure.
11/23/2020
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2020
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