Best Obese Poems

Now, I am not a huge man

I'm not large by any means

In fact it is surprising

I still wear normal jeans

My pants don't have elastics

I still...

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Blink if the title drew your eyes in

See, the breadth of our human functionality
Sparks interest
Curiosity

Thankfully, no evil kitty cats were killed because of it.

But, humanity...

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I am five,
I want all the pears and pies,
Pops, sweets and fries;
I really think this life.

I am ten,
I have learnt how to hold my pen,
Learnt...

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On an unsinkable ship’s maiden voyage, it sinks.
A pastor who preaches against alcohol, drinks.
One’s surrounded by people, yet remains all alone.
Confessing sins to a priest,...

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I think it's time to do an update
Of The Seven Deadly Sins
Most people do not know them all
Sit down and let's begin
I'm not really religious
But,...

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Welcome KMart shoppers blares through the air as a mosh pit of greedy Holiday buggers hurl themselves through the glass and aluminum doors—Obese bodies press...

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Sometimes I feel like I'm not supposed to be here
But I put on a brave face because they hope to see fear
Labels on my head...

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Cream puffs, pies, and chocolate brownies
Should surely be banned from the planet
They have no real value, no redeeming factor
We stuff our faces like gannets

Moms always...

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(the sequel to A Christmas Story Told By The Dog)

Twas the night before Christmas just one year ago,
When we had that commotion outside in the...

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"Poetry Souper Heroes:  The Sequel"
by:  Eric L. Boddie

As we last saw, Anita Sharma was coming in
What's that Melody Thomas, I had to ask...

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Bittersweet 
	
Jose cuts the canes one at a time cursed by poverty's grind

What else does he want since he works on sweetness all
  ...

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Once commenced the fest of feasting and giving thanks for genocide,
‘Tis the season to be jolly to replace our thoughts of suicide.

Santa claws his way...

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The minstrel and the rubbish
	To a homeless in N.Y., who had a guitar to keep him company
        ...

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The relativity of wealth and poverty
Amazing.
Einstein’s formulations pale
In juxtaposition to universal carnage.

Obese pigs of a glam, 
filled holes of cultural blacktop.
“Get your plump white asses...

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During their courting days into her limpid eyes he would gaze.
When in his arms his many charms set her very soul ablaze!
The sweet nothings once...

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