Oh you fat slob
With your sallow mallow, mealy mouth
Pale as a Nursing shark swimming about
In your pool of women you hide in
You pale-faced poser, you cowardly yellow belly
Roll over you hog in the dirty mud of a littered mind
In the crossed wires of our communication
And why not try hanging yourself on one of them
And I shall nod to you and acknowledge your bloated rotting
Corpse that will be feed for crows
Just as they pluck from your skull
The black beady eyes that gave me a look once
of one who thinks he knows me
And can tell or understand from a single line
The meaning or spirit of another
Well with all your insight I hope you know
This poem is about you, you fat motherfucker
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