05-03-2018, 08:46 PM
Front row seats to watch fat people eat
The hippo on a tightrope
balances type two diabetes
with heart disease
slipping on the greasy fingers
of fried chicken wings.
There' s a ballet being performed
in the high street KFC,
an opera on every re-enforced settee.
The poise and balance of chubby hands
wrapped around dwarfed pieces of food,
devoured with an insensate stare,
laboured in breath and motivated to movement.
The villain of the piece is always someone close,
a feeder who offers them an assisted death, a choice yes,
but none the less, inevitable.
The hippo on a tightrope
balances type two diabetes
with heart disease
slipping on the greasy fingers
of fried chicken wings.
There' s a ballet being performed
in the high street KFC,
an opera on every re-enforced settee.
The poise and balance of chubby hands
wrapped around dwarfed pieces of food,
devoured with an insensate stare,
laboured in breath and motivated to movement.
The villain of the piece is always someone close,
a feeder who offers them an assisted death, a choice yes,
but none the less, inevitable.
If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out