Fat Cunt
Forced food fragments on your fucking face.
Quit your diet you fucking disgrace.
Grab the salt and fat to lace.
Your midnight snack left no trace.
“I’m not fat I am big boned”.
Excuse me? Are you fucking stoned.
Surround you in orange cones.
You’re a health hazard, yet you fucking moan!
“It’s not fair, I can’t exercise.”
Lies that is! Now apologize.
Calm down on the fucking pies.
I can see food lust in your sunken eyes.
Your sunken heart just missed a beat.
You can’t digest this mound of meat.
Still you eat and eat and eat.
When did you last see your feet?
You are not ill, you can’t feel cold.
You’re sure to die before you’re old.
Its edible, you’re surely sold.
“Slow down fat cunt”, I say quite bold.
