Fat girl at the gym-

Yeah I see you

Swing your blonde ponytail in my direction

Whisper to your chicken-legged friend

And look back.

I see your shorts riding up

Something witty on the seat

To make up for, I guess

That tongue you’ve got.

Yeah, I see you

On the machine beside me

Glowing in your mini-tee

Glancing at the bodybuilders

Who are, by the way,

Too busy with themselves

To bother with you.

And you keep those eyes off of me

Because maybe you know-

Even I could hope for that-

That these thighs can do more than

Those

Have ever done

And all one-eighty-two of me

Can dominate

All one-fifteen of you.

Bitch.