The Fatties Poem by Raj Dronamraju

My brother gave up on his demand for respect
He settled for being treated to a lifetime of instant preparation
Frozen sustenance, canned sustenance
And ergo the ego age couldn't compete, couldn't understand the need to move on immediately without any time spent savoring a treat

My brother spat upon his reward
Threw it to the ground and crushed it with his heel
He would be back in half an hour to see if anything could be salvaged from his fit
Didn't find it pleasant to have no control over his actions
Didn't find it pleasant to have others making daily life decisions for him

On your behalf, they are dropping bombs on towns and invading countries
They are sapping the community's strength with their need for b-movie drama
Their overacting complications is their continual search for a new villain

If you should ever pass their table and see the rewards of blood and theft adorn the display of the fatties
This is who the fatties are
This is what the fatties are all about
Wait long enough and the fatties will toss away their scraps and you and your brother can fight over them