Extracts from

The Waistband and other poems

The Waistband

If you don't stop soon
you'll end up gross and penitent
like some wire jawed
sack of slurry
with a stapled gut
spilling it on the tea-time
talk shows how
'people of size' are gonna sue
the car manufacturers
the airlines,
the funeral parlours
for cutting it fine -
the right to be roomy
and twenty odd stone
in a Corvette
on a Boeing
in a glass topped magenta catafalque

wearing quaking ployester
is
the
right
to be
        a fat bastard
        a grazer on grease
        a waddling gullet
frankly a glutton
if one may resort to
      theology
the game's up Porky
your mirror is telling you
the scales are telling you
between mouthfuls of cheeseburger
Elvis in nappies is telling you

EVERYTHING IS TELLING YOU

now go ask the fridge

 


© Donny O'Rourke, 1997