Fat Boy

Even if I de-gummed a couple of my own teeth
Made you a bracelet of my lineage bone
You would just chuckle at my thick old fashioned shape
You’d never see past all these Bo-Bo’s and cassette tapes

Even if I pinched drops from a pin-jab at my wrist
And decorate your pillowcase with my riding the bench
You would just chortle at my family’s blood
Turn away and cake yourself in the starting pitcher’s mud

Even if I pearl dived for kidneys from my hips
And hung upon your Christmas tree all my heritage stones
You would just mock my inability to piss
As you arch your lower back to the homecoming king’s kiss

Even if I filleted this accordion from my breast
And built you an Alamo from my skin
You would just moonwalk out of my green advance
Flip me the bird as a thinner boy unzips your pants

Even though I’m skinny now
I’m a fat boy, yes I know
Even as I’m riding all around the world
I’m still sad beside all the rivers where you flow
(ya know?)