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Poem: Obese by Garser Dismuke

"2 am Inspiration is an amazing thing. I love it so much because I get wonderful poems like this one. Sometimes losing sleep over art is great but remember to take breaks and rest well. A tired brain can't mold gold" - GD





There are nights where I feel like a gluttonous, bottomless, pit, a dark void where I eat everything and anything but I can’t stop, but I know I need to stop, but it taste so good, why does she taste so good, her juices line my mouth like a fountain where my beard gets soaked but it’s still not enough, why can’t I be full, those lemon pepper wings taste like her but they don’t at the same time because she’s better, but I can’t have her all the time, I wish all the time we could meet up to stop the hunger but that’s not possible, so I sit in the dark with these thoughts and this hunger, it turns into lust but then back to hunger when I think of cheese, why can’t you be cheese, I may eat you a lot but I never gain weight with you, oh how I wish I were you, slim thick with your cute ass, as in it doesn’t shift in weight no matter how much I feed you, I wish we could trade places. So then some B B W lover can love me like the way I love you.



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