Fat, lonely, sad
lonely, sad, fat
they come
in different colors, sizes, and brands.
Yet they follow a pattern
teach, eat, go mad
in front of those lunatics
I try to make a stand;
so I raise my internal voice
just for once
I get to see their ghastly faces
I see them clearly
see them through
(gossiping, getting fat)
and I decide
for a change, who Idon'twant to be:
Idon´t want to be like them!
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