The fat mama
The children dare not say
One sweep of her fat fingers
They will fall like flies
She wants to look grand
Of fashion out of the country
Like some people who enjoy imported goods
The class and talk of her friends
The impressive bags and bangles
The smooth flow of an aging glow
It's alright fat mama; you don't have to look worried
The man will pay and call others stupid
The fat mama
She forgets the roots she came
The troubles with her taste
She's hungry for fame
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