Insensitive Remarks Poem by James McLain

How long have you hidden in your room?
Being so fat you don't come out to eat.
Are you so fat that a vibrator is of no use?
Do you run fat fingers into the cracks and sneeze?
Over the edge and deep into the musk of green cheese.
Panties made of cotton have gone unchanged.
Where monster roaches go to breed and die.
Then must be placed in plastic zip lock bags.
Breasts their sheer weight that hang down to the waist.
The smell of raw ass the brown hole never wiped because.
Do not read this or some bully will say take your life.