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Love is so strange

Love is so strange
It runs in wild range 
It makes us drink saliva and call is a kiss
Look at  container like a bless
Seek passion and lust 
From layers of fatness called bust 
Get pleasure from a bleeding slit
Lick mucus from a pissing hole with no regret 

Saturday  7/9/2002
10:30
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Trees trying to find the King to rule over them

??Judges 9:8-15 KJVAAE??
[8] The trees went forth on a time to anoint a king over them; and they said unto the olive tree, Reign thou over us. [9] But the olive tree said unto them, Should I leave my fatness, wherewith by me they honor God and man, and go to be promoted over the trees? [10] And the trees said to the fig tree, Come thou, and reign over us. [11] But the fig tree said unto them, Should I forsake my sweetness, and my good fruit, and go to be promoted over the trees? [12] Then said the trees unto the vine, Come thou, and reign over us. [13] And the vine said unto them, Should I leave my wine, which cheereth God and man, and go to be promoted over the trees? [14] Then said all the trees unto the bramble, Come thou, and reign over us. [15] And the bramble said unto the trees, If in truth ye anoint me king over you, then come and put your trust in my shadow; and if not, let fire come out of the bramble, and devour the cedars of Lebanon.

Sins and Forgiveness

It was something lean 
Also very clean
Dust just collected
It became thick and fat
Then got that dusted
Things got adjusted 
Melted all the fatness 
Became lean gained fitness 
Pretty now and in cleanness

Fatsos At the Gym

As we get older I’ve noticed fat kids get thin 
become vain selfie taking as they hit the gym 
as did we way back in our teens all those years ago
they've caught up with us slowly but then were fatsos.

Being overweight puts you 10 years behind 
the cost of having depth so wide
til recently your fatness still reached 2009 
when exercise and sport had been my whole life 
and you were accused of eating all the pies.

Please realise these days you appear stupid 
you haven’t learnt cus no one noticed the fat kid 
thus never taught you don’t behave like a Dick
you may be healthy but you act like a Rick.

Being healthy doing exercise 
is different to eating all the pies 
when we were in to it like you guys
we weren’t vanity driven S T I’s.

We played sport won the prize 
now we haven't thunder thighs
and we're not eating all in sight
I don't mean to be sly, 
but you're 15 years behind.

We were actually athletes,
you're the fungus on our foot,
we used it too compete,
you just do it for the look...

I'd rather be me than a former fat fook

Noone Can Know Why

No one can know why
but here it is

happy families suffer
with happiness

fat people suffer
with fatness

small people suffer
with thinness

beautiful people suffer
with beauty

holy people suffer
with holiness

rich people suffer
with wealth

powerful people suffer
with power

then who in this world is
happy with happiness?

yet humans are crazy, crazy, crazy

My Motel

My weight is still plummeting, I'm happy as hell
Wasting away, to my fatness I say farewell
But it's the chance I take
For goodness sake
Young fillies will be bugging me for a night at my motel

Step Three the Holy Ghost

My soul seek and search for thee Lord
in so doing I thirst and I fall, the Lord
Jesus Christ is my living water my 
power, my strength, my all. I will praise
thee, bless thee, with uplifted hands in a 
voice that you might hear it, my soul shall 
wax in the fatness of your love, your grac-
ious word will increase my spirit. I remember
thee lord both day and night, and I follow
you with eagerness of heart, to all my 
enemies who would try and sway me, 
their portion shall be in the lower parts. I 
rejoice with Jesus in service to the Lord, I 
want you to rejoice with us too, first repent 
your mind, then confess your heart,
step three will come to you.

Salah

Psalm 63

Fatness

The fatness of your skin insulates
My still small voice infiltrate
To the depth of a thick soul
A mind never regenerated
In my new ways pronounce
And your way is thicket as you chose it
And trod not in ways ancient
Hence peace is vapor

Life As Turkeys

Nice days
Still alive
Eating and eating
I warned you they say
But my brain told me to not listen
My heart told me to listen
Choosing my brain
My heart beating
Worrying about the future
Farmer came
Measuring our weight and fatness
No I say
No
The farmer chose me
I thank everyone
For warning me
My life is over

Childhood Obesity

Mom would say to sit and eat veggie and fruits while going out   
Dad would say talk not at all with the mouth full-daily tortures 
The child hood excessive fatness was not part of daily cant.            

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*Was meant for Sijo strings contest but did not enter as it was off the theme 
of the contest*

June 3, 2014
Form Sijo
Dr. Ram Mehta
Contest No.7 by Linda

A Fly Grasping Warmth While Perched On An Integrated Circuit

my feelers feel a moldy cheese wheel 
to the dented and bitten side, slapping 
pushing, thumbing down, break a chunk 
and bring close to my eyes to take 
a look. there are my brothers, they  
look hither and see my eight thousand 
eyes gazing upon squirming fatness 
in the festering fuzzy fungus sauce. 
not fit to eat or to discard, i hold 
my brothers' home and look to the wall, 
then to the floor, and to the ceiling 
so mottled and cream. just a little less 
viscous than their own abode, and  
smelling similar. they have no eyes 
or ears, but an instinct to wiggle and  
squirm. so alike are we, my brothers in  
the curdled gouda. 
  
i devoured the wheel whole, for i hungered, 

and was sated

Vacuity

Yesterday saw her a bubbly girl,
Standing before the mirror,
That would admire and applaud,
Her face wore a smile of surfeit,

His love apparent in her deep eyes,
That She would go nuts about ,
Her long silky hair touched her knees,
Perfect that fatness would suffice !

But today she is standing desolate,
Ripped of all her beauty and joys,
Down in the dumps starved and craving,
Shaken soul is inconsolable, 

Love that vanished as shuddered mountains,
Dark clouds engulf and hues of deep blue,
Emptiness constantly eats her to skeleton,
Superfluous is the Vacuity in her watery eyes !








Written on 14/4/14

An Ode To Little Debbie

Oh Goddess, Little Debbie,
Queen of all Saturated Fat,
Sometime of Swiss, which is called Roll,
Now of the delightful Court of Nutty Bars,
I respectfully esteem your Zebra Cakes,
I salute your Cosmic Brownies
And I kiss your empty boxes of Oatmeal Crème Pies.

It can’t be, Oh Goddess,
The tasty chomps of your Honey Buns,
Nor that of your delicious and calorie-laden Donut Sticks,
Which causes me now to wear plus sizes.
But since this is your respectful tribute, Oh Goddess,
It seems appropriate to me to proclaim
According to a greedy and overeating custom,
That I complete one roll of your Powdered Donuts.
Your face, Oh Goddess,
Is so adored that I placed a lovely tattoo
On each layer of my 4-layer belly,
Such as a memorial
Or the obsession
Or my adulation.
It is like the cow coming through chocolate-covered grass,
Yet a bit different,
For the grass is not chocolate-covered,
Only carpet and I am the cow.
Loving you, Oh Goddess,
I love all of your consequences;
But I imagine
That even if I did not love you
I would love the sweetness of even your crumbs,
And my fatness, shaped in the honor of all your snacks.

ALL HAIL LITTLE DEBBIE! :-)

Ackee

There you are
Red, black, and gold
And in the wind
Your dress uplifted, the tease
Of hungry men appetite
For I have looked up your tree
With jealousy
At birds beaking your breast
And felt my tongue
Its passion flaming
Longing to lick your fatness
Like a plate.

O so intimate are my desires
From the plump fruit in blushing skin
On beds of onions and pepper
Where you intertwine your nakedness
Around the fish stripped bare
And salt like a lover's sweat
I still your aroma can recall
From under the sheet 
Provoking a child's pasion
On Christmas morning
And a boy's fancy forever
Through the hunger of manhood.

Let the bounty come again
I do not care
What rebellion brought you to my house
Nor what evil report
The tattlering tongue will tell
Of some benign toxins
With which you break the heart of men
And mothers
My table is your welcoming arms
I am addicted to your love
Night and noon or morning soon
When upon my bread you swoon
Or perhaps cajoling with that half ripe breadfruit
Whose glory is the fire
You stoke so tenderly my desire
And bring to climax
The beauty of the moon

The Leavening

I read it so, the Bread of Life
without discourse, without contrive
did lighten, nourish, so arrive
that building up, to merit, live ~

That in my lines
I found your strife
did so surround with beauties hive
that honey of discourse revive!

This leavening of love's requiet,
that injured particle, that pride,
that unaccomplished effort's stride
that unforgiven song's abide!

That haste, that entry unrelied
were all a Godly plan, not tried,
that love unsettled so applied,
unmixed, unsettled faith ~ no bride!

Is love, thus meddled with denied,
pourous regrets hidden and shied,
how puffed up, spoiling shape's decried
this fatness trail, unholy mile!

Be waiting, like a homeless child
so love relinquished dies servile ~
to thee I give, last frenzied mile,
wherein thee walk, wherein thee . . . . smile!

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