Cecil (C.J.) Krieger

Silver Star - 3,978 Points (09/30/1946 / Woodstock, NY)

Fat - Poem by Cecil (C.J.) Krieger

It has happened
I’ve grown old
And become something
I truly dislike

Surly I could blame
My illness
Or my old age
But none of these are at fault

Time has worn, torn
And beaten me down
My feet are so very swollen
And my hands as well

When I was young
And walked with friends
Or shopped
With my x-wife

I would see the fat people
Buying fat food
Riding those fat carts
At the supermarket

And as I watched
I would whisper to myself
If I ever get like that
I hope they shoot me

These days I am
Both old and fat
And as I shop
My x-wife is in the next isle

You really can’t miss her
She’s the old hag
Carrying a gun
Looking for me

Topic(s) of this poem: growing old


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 3, 2015



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