Beautiful Fat Pants

David McGimpsey’s most recent collection of poetry, Li’l Bastard (Coach House...

 

Beautiful fat pants, today is our day.
No pretending to read I, Seamus Heaney,
no Skyping with pretendfriend.com.
Beautiful fat pants, beautiful fat pants.

Beautiful fat pants, you remember me.
The reruns of Moesha, the noodle soups,
the new poetry of Susanne McNews.
Beautiful fat pants, beautiful fat pants.

Beautiful fat pants, never killed a goose.
Steelsmith for all of the town of Absentmind,
shepherd through the purply Valley of Chafe.
Beautiful fat pants, beautiful fat pants.

Beautiful fat pants, today will be smooth.
The indoors bulge with internet quilting,
desk top flowers like 100 Twitter barbs.
Beautiful fat pants, beautiful fat pants.

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