People Fat Poems | Examples
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I was delivering triple meat pizzas to the fat lady, during intermission.
The death happened before I arrived; you can check the cameras.
I wish I had seen something, so I could help you in your investigation.
Some of the singers are whispering about people they suspect.
Line sneaked in here, and was acting odd, I have heard this twice.
Her cousin Lin was seen hiding in a closet in the food court by Hank.
No, of course, I have no direct knowledge. I was not here.
Here is a list of the places I delivered pizza to in the last hour.
With the recipient’s phone numbers. These should clear me.
I saw Steven and Carol tiptoeing away from the orange Julius stand.
He was holding a broken bat; unsure if that will help but it might.
I have two more pizzas t deliver, and they are still hot.
Can I please go?
His tears faded away
with the most concerning
image of tommorrow ever
seen
modern usage of a Jollux
man. Spearing to victory
or so he seemed
as he speared up
meat and cabbages
for the supper he
had planned.
It would exclude his wife
who wished him
to look to something more
healthy
as he would only smile
at the sight of fat and richly
savoring treats.
He used the term
Beef-witted to decribe her
as she only liked to
shame him
might she find support against him
with snoutflairs
aannd consorted people
"those who wished us apart:
mind you they seek tresure
and lack the concern for your
well being"
he told his wife as she
looked lustinhly at the folk
on the hot busy beach.
" might a need to be apart
from me find you with the studs
here watching you
My Darling?"
She frowned and spoke of his
wonderings as trival and him
as crazy: knowing that he
only wished her to
trusted and true to him
The fat man claims to be a man of the world
and dances around the stage as if to prove it.
The leading lady laughs deliciously
and exits arm-in-arm with the thin man~
after all she knows the fat man is a jolly sort
and not like normal people
with feelings to be considered.
interesting
the girl has red hair
she is around 200 pounds
she dances well
people throw coins
into a violin case
no violin
there are pidgins on the pavement
they are also dancing
between the hurrying legs
The girl is an angel
I know these things
gut response things
reflected everywhere
glass me
moves in dozens of directions
the red head
follows my window forms
Interesting
skimming under thin ice
from underneath
i have no head
but the hat is very smartly placed
dancing particles are named
only when they join
even when the street has no name
the cold weather has dead-fisheyes
sex talk overhears itself
interesting
naked slippers walk quietly into the light
a red face melts on its own hot breath
fat girl stops dancing
winks at my thin lips
the thin coat and thinly disguised admiration
only my ankles are swollen
interesting
Oh my god she's so fat,
her stomach has rolls.
And her thighs shake when she walks,
unbelievable that,
someone would comment on someone's folds.
“Her double chin is visible when she talks.”
Eating in front of someone and pray,
pray that they don't judge me
"she probably eats too much" they say
people pass comments as though therapy is free
people judge too fast
only caring about the outside
what people say actually hurts on the inside
and the good moments never last
insecurities overwhelm us
acting like we're fine
and the second we make a fuss
we should "learn to take a joke"
what a stupid hoax
crossing lines
by commenting on others bodies?
no, and I'm not sorry.
Narratives or at least that's what I call them
Without doubt win hands down every time
I've deviated with limericks and couplets and stuff
But I'm back to the old poems that rhyme
Very similar to when we go away on vacation
It feels so good to finally get back home
Everytime we deviat from our regular patterns
Though we enjoy it a bunch when we roam
Guess it's familiarity that we're always craving
Friendly faces of the people we know
No hidden agendas, no scams to contend with
Just the same old routine, same old show
Comfortable is a very good word to describe it
That down home feeling when with friends
Like always being in style with jeans and Adidas
Instead of trying to keep up with the trends
Give me that plain old simple way of living
It surely wins hands down ever time
That's how I roll, I'm just a simple old hayseed
Sitting around chewing the fat is just fine
It started when I had no shape,
At home or school no place to escape.
People judged me and mocked my fate.
It was so terrible, Yes!! I was overwieght.
Concealed myself behind that door,
Trapped by the walls that helped me ignore.
Thinking of ways to aid me and raise,
Resolve ,restrict to impose me a praise.
One night I decided to just rearrange,
By climbing the stairs and plates exchanged.
All my time and efforts it took,
Hoping to see my new good look.
And when I stepped one day on the scale ,
I stared at it from glowy pink to yellow pale.
I pulled myself together very soon,
I threw what i acquired that smaller spoon.
Now I knew what I realy needed indeed,
That confidence and glare and upright feet.
The belly fat is not what i gotta get rid of,
But the notions of people were just to be tossed off!
Narratives or at least that's what I call them
Without doubt win hands down every time
I've deviated with limericks and couplets and stuff
But I'm back to the old poems that rhyme
Very similar to when we go away on vacation
It feels so good to finally get back home
Everytime we deviat from our regular patterns
Though we enjoy it a bunch when we roam
Guess it's familiarity that we're always craving
Friendly faces of the people we know
No hidden agendas, no scams to contend with
Just the same old routine, same old show
Comfortable is a very good word to describe it
That down home feeling when with friends
Like always being in style with jeans and Adidas
Instead of trying to keep up with the trends
Give me that plain old simple way of living
It surely wins hands down ever time
That's how I roll, I'm just a simple old hayseed
Sitting around chewing the fat is just fine
The fat man claims to be a man of the world
and dances around the stage as if to prove it.
The leading lady laughs deliciously
and exits arm in arm with the thin man -
after all she knows the fat man is a jolly sort
and not like normal people
with feelings to be considered.
They called me fat and I laughed.
They called my mother an idiot and I rolled my eyes.
They threw out names so hard and fast
I had to get a baseball bat to start hitting them into right field.
They were landing on other people now.
People who whined, cried, sobbed, and put up their dukes.
People who told me how I ought to feel, and out to behave.
Bossy, overhanded people who amused me.
There are always the infamous “they” somewhere
Lurking around, trying hard to make you sigh, cry, and possibly die.
Get out your bats, but don’t inflict pain,
Swing away at the words, not the “They’s”.
They will stop bothering you after that.
Narratives or at least that's what I call them
Without doubt win hands down every time
I've deviated with limericks and couplets and stuff
But I'm back to the old poems that rhyme
Very similar to when we go away on vacation
It feels so good to finally get back home
Everytime we deviat from our regular patterns
Though we enjoy it a bunch when we roam
Guess it's familiarity that we're always craving
Friendly faces of the people we know
No hidden agendas, no scams to contend with
Just the same old routine, same old show
Comfortable is a very good word to describe it
That down home feeling when with friends
Like always being in style with jeans and Adidas
Instead of trying to keep up with the trends
Give me that plain old simple way of living
It surely wins hands down ever time
That's how I roll, I'm just a simple old hayseed
Sitting around chewing the fat is just fine
A “fat psychic” is a “four chin teller”
A yukker from my extensive comedy cellar
Where my funnies lie
With my barbiturate supply
Joshing in case some people are bed wetters
My life would be a riot
And my thoughts would be more bold
If my grave was not so quiet
And my girth was not so cold
I thought about a diet
But my precious life was sold
No reason left to buy it
When your brain is growing mold
I wish I could deny it
But my roots have taken hold
Nobody else should try it
Even for a bag of gold
Cremation is the option that is better when you fly it
Or so they say when you are growing old
I don’t know why I had to die but even my disquiet
Was better when my sugar was controlled
The moral of this story is to people who apply it
Including those who live outside the fold
That belly fat is common to the people who supply it
But even more to skin that has been rolled.
You're probably wondering about the title
So explaining the meaning is really quite vital
It's coz so many smarts
Are bursting us apart
So our extra is stored in our outer walls
I see the fact cats getting fatter
I see the poor folk getting weak
I’m told that somewhere in the bible
We’re told to turn the other cheek
I see the rich man on a drug charge
He’s going get a second chance
jail a poor man who stole to feed his child
,judge say’s we got to take a stance
I see the politician on the Tv
Saying he’s going to make it right
But once he’s got the vote
he’s sitting on his boat
Sipping champagne thru the night.
I see the preacher all high & mighty
Saying we got to help the poor
But then you see his home
Is like the pleasure dome
It’s got me wondering for sure
I see wars in other countries
They just don’t seem to make no sense
The politicians lie, as the innocent die
And survivors live in tents
I see the greed of the few
Out weighs the need s of the many
Because most of those with all the gold
Wouldn’t part with even pennies
Why don’t we do something about this
Why don’t we get up on the floor
Why don’t we do something about it
Lets show these people to the door