I am the bearer of too many wings/I am the bearer of too much flesh

Subcutaneous fat clouds

feel vascular
I am a heart beat or hemoglobic donut
I am unnaturally pushed
self important with thoughts like
‘probability is in my favor or something’

react with fear
as it pitches and/or rolls
‘physics still work at an angle’
later I will regain my confidence
acting/lashing out

look at that obese family
they are probably going to mcdonalds
what is their consumption rate of big macs
per capita per day/year?

today a massive polluter
tomorrow back on a bike

I laugh cause that family returns with big macs
if they try to sit next to me I will complain:
‘but they are obese, I can smell their fat/neglect’

‘they are everyone’s healthcare costs’
‘they are the tea party’
‘they are a diet of corn’

‘they are a massive waste of resources’
I will continue yelling until they drag me off and throw me on the Tarmac.
and each obese male will get 1.5 seats
each obese belly digests 2 big macs

subcutaneous fat bodies
additional unnatural pushers
turn secret sauce into additional fat cells

I will be the Tarmac walker demanding equality
or I will be the fat boy crying
cause that other kid beat me up and took my big mac

I may/may not be the silent hypocrite
I am an abandoned big mac storage facility
the correct size but big mac-free.

I am the voice over the speaker who judges you when you order those six big macs
I am sad cause I think I look like you but never touched a big mac
I am jealous that I did not get to be very responsible for my appearance
I am afraid for my life, that our combined obesity will cause us to sink into the hard hard colon beneath those subcutaneous fat clouds.

I am happier on the tarmac
I am unnaturally pushed