When people larger than they ought to be
sit at a nearby table at MacDonalds
and you see a mountain full of calories
thrice as high as what is on your plate
you try to look the other way but can’t.
You ‘re unable not to see their table.

So say a prayer for those who look obese
and seem to thoroughly enjoy their feasts.
You wonder how they got to be so large.
If you were they  perhaps you’d understand.

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