Surely there should be a law against being obese
and invading more room than your ass with a smell
of the sweat from your glands and creases in your flesh
like funk from the well
Bulbousnous speaks of some other depravity
Though pseudo thinking one's inactivity as activity
and actively inactive
devoting leisure time to gravity
Neither lover nor fighter
who consumes with passionate impassivity
We eat to live
Not live to eat, sleep, shit, watch telly in cancerous sloth
jellied skin
gathering moss
Spiteing challenge upon a cursed heart to be the body's rightful boss
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