The
fat lady
Walking
in heavy breathing
Carrying
her B bag
Everyone
keeps saying
The
streets of people
They
stop to stare
The
fat lady doesn't care
She
walks with her look of arrogance
What's
in her bag?
It
seems heavy
The
lines on her face
The
fat lady doesn't care
The
people shout at her
“Fat
lady why don't you come?
Sit
with us low class people
You
will see the moon!”
The
fat lady sings
“I
am not your kind
I
stay up on the hill
I
come down once a while”
The
traffic stops for her
The
car drivers horn loudly
“Watch
out fat lady
Don't
hold out traffic!”
Everyone
stares
The
B bag seems heavy
She
puffs as she walks
The
fat lady doesn't care
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