A fat man is walking,
with no boots on,
there he goes that *****,
on his great journey around.
He is staring at the reality,
from which he is away,
misery surrounds him,
and he laughs now at them.
The pain of all is a mockery,
to the fat man,
who has no boots on,
this is just typical humanity.
He has no dealing with it,
why would he be bothered,
decided just to strut,
and walk all over their dread.
Mocks them, they will not,
never ever understand,
pain of never being happy,
they only know sadness with happy.
He cherishes the mad walk,
and keeps going,
with his bare legs,
on the mud-filled path.
Women nursing children,
shouts at him,
he laughs cause he only sees,
the pain and misery awaiting.
The fat man laughs at the worker,
the toiler, a man with blisters,
what is there to bleed from,
their grit makes him hysterical.
All this noise chases him,
and he still laughs,
running on a land dry,
runs with that maniacal grin.
His feet take him to,
child with broken dreams,
men with hollow eyes,
woman with dried soul.
Did he ever see,
what he wanted,
can the fat man understand,
the true meaning of being happy.
The pain he seeks is all he sees,
he sees the horror and sorrow,
he grins and then,
goes in hysterics.
For he is the fat man,
with no boots,
he just wishes pain,
cause he loves to hate.
Oh, he just loves to hate,
all the joy in the world,
he wishes on their soul,
who has ever seen the good days.
The never-ending grief,
he wants to see, but he knows,
that this pain will also end,
and he walks away before it be.
These men, women, and children,
will get the fruits,
of their toil and care,
as they will see it to the end.
The end where is the light,
which forever shall allude this man,
this fat man who runs,
mocking and hating everything.
He never stays, he is scared,
those hopes will get hold of him,
touch his darkened soul,
and he would stop, try and see.
He just wants all to become him,
to loathe in regret, shame and greed,
await the ever-increasing sadness,
all be a part of black hole misery.