Best Overfed Poems
Some people think I'm crazy
But I'm not an empty suit,
Though sometimes I sound hazy
When I take that extra toot.
I don't mind if people find
My long lost indiscretions.
Errors past are cast from mind
Along with all confessions.
Priest and pastor vanities
Indecently abundant
Do reflect debaucheries
Perversely now redundant.
My politics are changing
As the years are rolling on
But I am not arranging
To become a Limbaugh pawn.
Ditto-heads are overfed
Dumb people who must flatter
Oxycontin Limbaugh led
Mysogynistic chatter.
Blubber-belly Huckabee
Is just a perfect gomer
Add to that hypocrisy
You have a fat misnomer.
Sara Palin made some hay
While daughter made a baby
Sara says "No sex, no way"
But daughter said "Well, maybe."
The daughter did cohabit
Under mother's halo glow
But randy as a rabbit
Her young lust just had to grow.
>Overfed
By Stanley Russell Harris
The new mad author.
And Poetry Soup Honourably Mentioned.
Are you feeling overfed? Do you enjoy stuffing your head?
Actually I meant your mouth. But this is poetry about your health!
Rhymes are hard when I can’t say. You are really fat today.
No, I must say, body mass index, or overweight
As fat is what upsets your plate.
Especially when it is dry, it has to be scraped off, I sigh.
So if you are overweight from fat. Just stop eating too much of that.
And if you eat healthily!
The fat you have may soon go. Unless you have an illness so.
Then to Doctors you must flow. And perhaps they’ll help your fat to go.
Or body mass index or overweight.
So, remember to leave that fat upon your plate.
NB. I was once told once by my GP. My body mass index, although it was called my BMI, was 27.47133, which meant not a blinking thing to I.
Eat drink and be merry at Christmas time, but remember the golden rule, Do not drink, do drugs recreational or medical and drive. That way I can annoy you all next year. lol
This poem was inspired as I was writing my life story and I mentioned I would not eat a piece of gristly fat. My foster mother made me sit at the table and made me miss a Sunday afternoon's play I was only about 8 at the time. The only consolation I had was none of the cats she had or the strays she fed would eat it. And yes I did smile when I saw her put the offending lump of gristly fat in the dustbin. <
Up to Me
We are virtually interconnected
Yet socially disconnect to our demise
Modernity rewards ignorance
The ignorant condemn the wise
We’re a society addicted to addictions
Hungry for knowledge that’s void of proof
Confirmation bias is perplexing and pervasive
Paradoxically – leaving us disinterested in The Truth
We are over fed yet starving for nourishment
We’re uncertain full of absolutes and certainties
Content - yet unhappy with our status
No one can help us - only you can set you free
We express our humility through patronizing arrogance
We want change, but don’t want to change anything
We seek perpetual self-satisfaction
Only to suffer incessant pain
We give the perception of fame and fortune
Ironically longing for self-worth and prestige
The emptiness of self-admiration
Unaware – you hold your key
Embody the dreams of your passions
The passions will live in your dreams
Life is simply all that we make it
That’s it –
This life – is up to me
Does this mean much to you,
Force fed at Yuletide too?
Unsure if Jesus meant all this,
Tinsel town of retail bliss,
Beginning to feel like Yuletide,
Snow in Aussie ocean tide,
Swimming and drinking,
What is Santa thinking?
Overfeeding everyone,
Overstuffed games in the sun,
Does Jesus think we're crude?
Groaning, here's more food,
Gimme more gifts and a card,
Graft for Christmas, that's so hard,
No matter who's to blame,
Mega stores feel no shame.
Buy, buy, buy, right away,
Rather ceasefires this festive day,
Despite Bing Crosby, okay
That's what Jesus would really say!
overfed rooster had a harem of eight little hens
they brought his feed, as he sat on his whims
fattened him up, so that he started to look like a hulk.
He demanded cranberry juice, and they brought it in bulk
It is their fault I am getting bigger he told the goat next door.
They are always bringing me tasty goodies to store.
I spend my afternoons lying around in bed with a snore.
How much more can I eat? I am as wide as a door.