Fatso

There was once a child of innocent gluttony,
Who sought friends and peers in insecurity,
But why would they accept who ate too much?
Without a balance in consumption as such?
And so the child lives on in fear,
Holding and devouring what it calls Dear,
Unable to accept the Truth of its peers,
Unable to fight against its own fears,
Until the moment its Father shows,
The futility of His self from which one grows,
Only then the fatty will defy self’s fears,
Accepting for once the saying of his peers,
Finding that guilt to go against that munch:
“Fuck off Fatso, You’ve had your lunch”