Fat Man

[nicksherman]

There's a fat man
That sits outside my office every afternoon
Eating his lunch
And, boy is he fat
He used to sit alone
Devouring a bag of fast food
Condiments dripped onto him, unknowingly
Dropped fries were picked up and eaten
Dirt and all
How miserable

I used to watch him every day

Recently, a fat woman
Has been joining him for lunch
Those two take up the entire bench
He brings food for them both
Then they eat like trough animals
Greasy hands touch
Salty kisses interrupt bites
Bellies jiggle below their shirts
When they laugh
And, they laugh a lot
Completely oblivious

I don't watch him much anymore

I feel like this poem has no real substance or message apart from your contemptuous attitude towards two fat people eating lunch and enjoying each others company. Decent Imagery though. Maybe try to focus on conveying a message or inserting some sort of meaning or possibly humour or poetic justice (Morbid example would be you, as the observer discovering the man had a heart attack due to his diet) That would be a fitting ending if you wanted to continue the stereotype in which your poem talks about.

I appreciate your thoughts. The story isn't about making fun of fat people, though it may appear that way at it's surface. The story is more about the narrator who takes pleasure in watching a guy who looks absolutely miserable in life. Once the fat man finds a partner and is enjoying himself, the man no longer finds it fun to watch him. Hope that clears it up. Thanks for reading it.