Food slut, food whore,
Can't get your fat ass out the door.
It makes you sick that you're so weak,
Makes you cry when the chairs creak.
Food slut, food whore,
You just keep eating more and more.
Fuck you, you've no control,
Scraping at the bottom of your ice cream bowl.
Food whore, food slut,
Now your name is naught but smut.
You're fat, reverse thinspo.
Look how far you've let things go.
Food whore, food slut,
Chubby little fat piglet.
You're a waste of skin and fat,
Leaving dents where e're you've sat.
Food slut, food whore,
Can't get your fat ass out the door.
Food whore, food slut,
Now your name is naught but smut.
That is such an amazing poem.
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your such an amazing writer
ReplyDeletehope your okay though
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how are you doing? almost done with your grounding! thats good!
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omg i love that poem!!!
ReplyDeletedid you write it yourself?
omg that was bloody amazing!
ReplyDeleteyou're soo good!
keep it up babe!
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