The Fat Man - Poem by Maureen Maggott
A heavy tread betrays his presence,
The flat-footed thud of a corpulent man.
Sweating, smiling smugly, he enters,
His grin a signal that he rules the roost.
He fills the room with his flesh and words
Crowds out his lessers with smothering scorn
A man of gravitas, the fabled big beast,
Heavy, but hollow.
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