Fat Kids
You are so damn fat
I mean, just look at yourself
What have you eaten
So much of by seventeen?
Your man-boobs are disturbing
These kids are fat. I’m serious. And lazy. But let’s talk about fat. I’ve never seen this before. Obesity run amuck. Type-2 diabetes in the mail. Put your money in dialysis machines. Do these kids expect to be able to fit into a car when they’re 25? I don’t think so.
That reminds me of a field trip we went on last year. They were huffin’ and puffin’, walking down a goddamn hill, complaining and bitching. “How far we gotta walk Mr. Teachbad?” Just keep going. Then, suddenly, they started running. I had never seen any of them run. I didn’t know they could. Off they went. But why? Because the bus just passed us and if they caught up to it at the next stop they wouldn’t have to walk another six blocks…down a goddamn hill. You’ve never seen such grit and determination.
Makes me think of another poem…goes a little somethin’ like this:
You stagger inside
Panting and clutching your chest
It’s only three floors
That’s hilarious! More poetry about fat kids please.
Thank you. There will certainly be more.
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Oh god! I’m so sick of hearing them huff and puff up the stairs, seeing them waddle on their cankles (ironically stuffed into athletic shoes) into class, and watching them try to stuff themselves into the available seating. How can a parent not see that their child is crapped out and falling apart by 12? Shouldn’t it be against the law to make your child obese? I had a kid who was so fat he couldn’t wipe himself and so often smelled like shit. Why isn’t that child abuse?