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Sep 2010
It's 5:30. You're just getting up

I'm not just getting up, I've BEEN up. I'm just in my underwear.

You better start eating,
(******)
You're lookin mighty skinny,
(******)
You better hope you don't have any DISEASES
******.

eye roll. walk away.
Why does he feel the need to tell me what time it is
every time I see him?
and how horrific and
skinny I look.
I don't have any diseases
I guess he wouldn't believe that
after all I am
a ******.

I can see his Liver in my Mind
Engorged
Disgust
Gallons of the purest form of
****
in that Gut
he carries around
as a stomach

But what does my opinion matter ?
I'm just his
skin and bones
****** son
still in his underwear in the evening
who hasn't eaten all day
and refuses to play basketball
so he can retire
on time and
have another beer.

Better Eat, ******
Better be Clean,
Better hope to God,
******
you get up tomorrow.

thanks...

  fatty.
© Theodore Rose
Written by
Theodore Rose
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     Emily Tyler, fdg and Theodore Rose
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