A Squashing Good Poem
by adam
With my ribcage as your seat,
I'm so happy that you eat,
at every meal you sit this way,
& I feel your weight gain more each day.
With my ribcage getting flatter,
even still I want you fatter.
Hundreds of pounds now you have gained,
it seems your eating can't be restrained. T
Then one day as I struggle for air,
& you sit there eating like you just don't care,
as I kick & flail about,
you sit there eating without a doubt,
because all along it was you wanting to get fatter,
but now your obsession is to crush me flatter.
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by adam
With my ribcage as your seat,
I'm so happy that you eat,
at every meal you sit this way,
& I feel your weight gain more each day.
With my ribcage getting flatter,
even still I want you fatter.
Hundreds of pounds now you have gained,
it seems your eating can't be restrained. T
Then one day as I struggle for air,
& you sit there eating like you just don't care,
as I kick & flail about,
you sit there eating without a doubt,
because all along it was you wanting to get fatter,
but now your obsession is to crush me flatter.
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