If my fat could sing,
I’ll be a huge chorus.
If my fat could fight,
I’ll be the Army.
If my fat could kill,
I’ll be George W Bush.
If my fat would go away,
I’ll be a cunt.
If my fat would become muscles,
I’ll be a CUNT;
If I’m hot and muscular,
Fuck the rest of the world.
It’ll all be me me me.
And I’m not even kidding.
I guess the world needs a better person,
That’s why I’m fat.

~ bitter fat fatigue

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