Thursday, June 6, 2013

Poems Only The Truly Fat Will Understand

Recently a friend suggested that I try doing some live performing, a poetry reading. And, coincidentally, I've been feeling melancholy which tends to make me write poetry. It's been a while since I have shared my deepest innermost thoughts here, but I'm among friends, I think I can share. Here is the beginning of my latest work. It is is suite of poems. I call it:

Poems Only The Truly Fat Will Understand

I wish my head was the size
of a matchbox car
So I could lick the bottom
of the Nutella jar.

Nutella tastes good,
Worth the price that I paid
But the color makes it
A bad marital aid.

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