If you trip on yourself
fall into step,
drop your hat
in the beginning, middle,
of being fat
flick up with your toes,
feel the air whistle thin.
against all your curves, and
that slightly bent brim
it's nice outside
beam it to all hearing ears
let the sun taint you with
feel good tears
and the chill'd water
calm your overexcited cells
hello fat bottom bitches
chillin' by the sea.
my horoscope says
i'll be your nectar,
if you be my bumble bee.
have a slice of my cheese
you pretty little pink.
sunset by the trees.
more of this warm weather please!
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