"fatman" poems
her single shot pistol is smoking as you walk in
her blushing bride smile is a dead give away
that something is amiss
he left a ballroom waltz
worth of footprints all over her smile
she persuades you to rent a buick '
and take the pursuit on the road
so the three of us head south on the us-1
to some strange beachside town
where all the girls are bubble gum machines
and the boys are paint by number boxing fans
but we finally catch the thin fatman
sitting on a beach-chair
sipping tea
and lookie-louing yachts from nantucket
she kisses and makes up with him
and you know that your romantic days are over
and she gives no reason but she got a soft spot
for his three piece suit lifestyle
brooks brothers got nothing on him
he gets his threads form the five and dime
pockets full of pickles
bread in his thinning hair
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 2:26 PM UTC
On row DH30A102
Buddha is seated,
meditating.
Underneath him
in dust covered boxes
a dozen more
radiate enlightenment,
waiting to be shipped out and sold
for 29.99 at your local store.
'Surely the fatman
will give our house
a unique Zen feel to it.'
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 5:18 PM UTC
We've got our backs against the wall as someone knocks it down, and we are being bulldozered right out of London Town.
Keep your freedom,information act
and act as if you give a ****
but too a man
you aren't any men if you would kick a man when all that man is trying to do,is muddle through and pull his weight
what a god ****** awful state and if it is then where the hell is he?
Supping tea with Cameron no doubt and wondering what the fuss is all about.
He'll get no prayers from me,
not while drinking Indian tea from China cups with saucers full of biscuit crumbs,while bums are begging on the street and Mother's can't make two ends meet.
what a god ****** awful state it beats me why we soldier on
we're as good as dead when all hope's gone
we ought to take a tip from those who've seen it all before and smash down the doors of greed and hyperbole,set the dogs to war and then we'll all be free.
Anarchy
the only way
break the day apart
reassemble what we've got and let's get shot of the lazy lot who stifle our ambitions,
Take positions
let them have it,
**** will rise, and look into their fatman eyes they know,it's long past time for them to go.
Just blow them all away
sweep them into yesterday and start afresh,anew
the only thing that we can do is fight,
set light to parliament and the mandarins,make effigies and stick them full of poison pins
and tear them limb from lying limb,
Time to begin?
You tell me.
Is it time yet to be free?
Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 4:37 PM UTC
This just in:
I'm afraid that Christmas will have to be
canceled this year as the fatman, his sleigh,
and reindeer were all shot down this
evening by an atomic ballistic missile
while flying a test run over north korea
for the big night. kim jung-un had this
to say "Rot in hell you fat ******* you
no love the Christ. SONGUN!
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 6:02 PM UTC
months are getting shorter than
prescription bottle dates
say they would
the holes on the strap of his belt
are putting for triple bogey
shedding the wrong weight and
feeling kinda nervous to say so
shine a light on anything(-)
and watch it misbehave
it always will.
where we are going
is never the way
we used to be
Is That Exciting
Frightening
Relieving
or D.
All of the above
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 9:57 PM UTC
Here’s a playlist, Mr. Ex President:
'I Fought the Law' by The Clash
'Chain Gang' by The Pretenders
'Locked Up' by Akon
'My Own Prison' by Creed
'Prisoner' by The Weeknd
'Famous-in-A-Small-Town' by Miranda Lambert
'FatMan on the Run' by Paul McCartney & Wings
'Jailhouse Rock' by Elvis Presley
'Prison Grove' by Warren Zevon
‘Who’s Sorry Now’ by Connie Francis
‘If I Could Turn Back Time’ by Cher
If convicted, Trump should claim to identify as a woman
Mar 30, 2023
Mar 30, 2023 at 6:27 PM UTC