Funny little man
Funny little man
Running down the street
What is chasing you?
Fruit flies on your snack
Nibbling with their tiny little mouths
And still you do not notice.
You’re breathing hard, funny man.
Just like dogs do on a hot summer day.
Your stomach extended over the belt
Bouncing with every step;
Every foot against the paved road…
The skin on your head shines
The sun reflecting and burning it slowly –
Crispy pork served on a dirty platter –
The formal attire soaked in hard labor’s water
Trickling down that red tomato face
Catching on the stubble
On the double chin…
And you, funny little man –
You cornered animal
With your chest heaving with fear
Watch these lips lift
At such a wonderful sight…
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