Trying to starve the stomach desires
the big poppa skinbag gutting at me
staring at the bump and bitter slythe and biting tongue
my fault my cause and I never deny my faults
never stop pushing to push past girth and doubt
fatty conscious and I know I ain’t this blotto
ain’t this humonculous adipose excess lout
Better than the hate and anger
better than the self-abasement and verbal toxic cancer
indulging and wiling out like Cannon preppie show shoutout
skinny bitches rollin and pursing lips at cutie girls they leave and skip
my record rotating like round girth repeats
and I’m sloppy seconds once anon