tell me
does it frighten you
that i could peg
more perverse
suggestion than
your wildest pubescent
sexpedentures?
i know it isn't the tattoos
because those
are "dope, sweet."
it always goes back
to being fat
untanned
imprecise make-up
strokes and probably
streaks,
but i'm always
fat first.
i gotta work
my comedic
self deprecating
schtick
'cause us fatties
have a knack
for being
a bunch of
sourpuss killjoys
fists cocked ready
for the first mother fucker
who snickers a fat joke,
all guts and glory to only
tug on our shirts and pretend
we didn't hear it.
but what you're actually saying is
you are intimidated
by my body.
i strict a certain
fear
in your heart
that perhaps
you WILL like
fucking a fat girl.
this ass has turned dishonest
men to god,
they have trembled
between these clenching
thick as tree trunk
thighs.
one has even been quoted as
saying,
"it's like fucking velvet."
i think it a pity
your stiff-necked
archetype limits you
to girls imagined
as boxes.
everyone loves
a fat girl
once they've
seen her
naked.
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