fat cunt
you’re the fattest cunt I ever met,
smelly, clammy and covered in sweat,
you walk a few paces and lose your breath,
sit down you fat cunt before you meet death.
you’re the fattest cunt I ever saw,
that’s why you fall asleep you great big bore,
you ate all the sweets, you ate all the pies,
no I wont buy you that next bag of fries.
you’re diabetic and that’s no joke,
you big fat cunt one day you’ll choke,
on all that grub you stuff in your mouth,
no wonder your stomach has gone south.
your hips your back are full of pain,
I look at you and wonder if you’re sane,
but you still stuff down that block of cheese,
you poor sod with that pain in your knees.
because you have no self control,
in what you ram in that cake-hole,
you need some kind of gastric band,
it might stop the food going into your hand.
they say you’re obese, is that a lie?
you’re just a fat cunt in my eye,
it took twenty years off your life,
you left two kids and a wife,
twelve on the coffin, three at the front,
one of them murmured what a fat cunt.
(2014)
written whilst observing big people in the street.
