Quotes about fat, page 4
It’s O.K. To Be Skinny
It’s o.k. to call someone skinny,
but not call someone fat,
what’s up with that?
In society we made it “bad”
to be fat, when all of us were
born to be fat,
it’s in our genes to protect us
when famine would last.
If you eat more than you exercise,
you will then soon realize
that you could get fat,
unless of course you
have a high metabolism
in which then you fit in,
fit in because it looks like
you work out in the gym.
Worth it’s weight in gold
I am told, came from
a time when it was encouraged
to be fat for you would get
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poem by Christina Sunrise
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The Cat and the Rat
The pudgy, playful cat said to the rather weary rat,
“I have to keep chasing you so that I don’t get too fat.”
The rather weary rat said he didn’t understand.
“Don’t you chase me for the next meal you’ve planned? ”
The cat laughed and asked, “Why would I want that?
Without you, who would I chase, you silly, weary rat? ”
“I’m tired and sure don’t care if you do get fat.”
Said the more than rather angry weary rat.
At that the rather weary rat decided to ask,
“Can we be friends or is that too tough a task? ”
The pudgy, playful cat frowned and wanted to know,
“Weary rat, just how fat do you want me to grow?
If I stop chasing you, that won’t be too wise,
Since you’re the only way that I can exercise.”
The rather weary rat started to sob and wail.
All this running had made him quite weak and frail.
Then he had an idea that might stop the cat from getting fat.
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poem by Gregory Huyette
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Landscape of a Vomiting Multitude
The fat lady came out first,
tearing out roots and moistening drumskins.
The fat lady
who turns dying octopuses inside out.
The fat lady, the moon's antagonist,
was running through the streets and deserted buildings
and leaving tiny skulls of pigeons in the corners
and stirring up the furies of the last centuries' feasts
and summoning the demon of bread through the sky's clean-swept hills
and filtering a longing for light into subterranean tunnels.
The graveyards, yes the graveyards
and the sorrow of the kitchens buried in sand,
the dead, pheasants and apples of another era,
pushing it into our throat.
There were murmuring from the jungle of vomit
with the empty women, with hot wax children,
with fermented trees and tireless waiters
who serve platters of salt beneath harps of saliva.
There's no other way, my son, vomit! There's no other way.
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poem by Federico García Lorca
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All I Need
[talking: fat joe]
Cool & dre
Who you gonna trust?
Yea, you could trust me, haha
[tony sunshine]
La la la la la
Oooooh
[chorus: tony sunshine]
I dont care about nothing else my baby (baby I dont care)
All I care is bout being here for you (oooh)
And I wont stare at nobody else my baby (promise I wont stare)
Cuz all I need is you (all I need, all I need baby)
[talking: fat joe]
To all the ladies in our lives, you heard
Strong independent women, come on
Yea, huh
[verse 1: fat joe]
What you think gangstas dont cry get hurt by lies
Times you embarrassed me I swallowed my pride
Im tired of telling you I got nothing to hide
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song performed by Fat Joe
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Oh No No
[red rat] (renee nuefville)
Well, its come the musical ting called
Me wan dat girl de (you dont know)
Oh no (you dont know)
Well, this is red rat, and next
Yeah, it dont fex
(you dont know, yeah)
You see dat girl de
A she me wan sex,yo
(oh no oh no)
Yo, me can tell uno sumptin
(oh no oh no)
Oh no
[next] (renee nuefville)
(fat ting, pretty fat ting)
Let your love fall on me, yeah
(skin tight, botty look right)
Just want it over me, yeah
(ball out, when you fall out)
So let me get into you, oh
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song performed by Next
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Oh No No (feat. Red Rat & Renee Neufville)
(feat. Red Rat & Renee Neufville)[Red Rat (Renee Nuefville)]
Well, it's come the musical ting called
Me wan dat girl de (You don't know)
Oh no (You don't know)
Well, this is Red Rat, and Next
Yeah, it don't fex
(You don't know, yeah)
You see dat girl de
A she me wan sex,Yo
(Oh no oh no)
Yo, me can tell uno sumptin
(Oh no oh no)
Oh no
[Next (Renee Nuefville)]
(Fat ting, pretty fat ting)
Let your love fall on me, yeah
(Skin tight, botty look right)
Just want it over me, yeah
(Ball out, when you fall out)
So let me get into you, oh
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Face Facts
Figured out long time ago
Nothings as it seems dont you know
Go underground if you want the scoop
Cuz the populations out the loop
You know I size up my sacks with a couple extra grams
D-loc got a caddy, I got a v-dub van,
X daddy rolled a fatty, asked him whats the plan?
He took a hit, blew out his rip
And said, lets plant the land
Yeah I smoke some weed, just a little somethin somethin
Dont hate me because I got the country buzzin
Leave cats shocked, you know the crowd be jumpin
On my pride it blows like a chemical combustion
My real names dustin, I spit these customs
Aka d-loc, e-locs little cousin
Dont be mad, be glad, tell your dad
Cuz I be spittin rhymes you never knew I even had
(? ? ) (into the store? ), double parked and got a ticket
By a midget on a pony, I called him shorty
He started twitchin, fingers clickin
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song performed by Kottonmouth Kings
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The Progress Of A Divine: Satire
All priests are not the same, be understood!
Priests are, like other folks, some bad, some good.
What's vice or virtue, sure admits no doubt;
Then, clergy, with church mission, or without;
When good, or bad, annex we to your name,
The greater honour, or the greater shame.
Mark how a country Curate once could rise;
Tho' neither learn'd, nor witty, good, nor wise!
Of innkeeper, or butcher, if begot,
At Cam or Isis bred, imports it not.
A Servitor he was-Of hall, or college?
Ask not-to neither credit is his knowledge.
Four years, thro' foggy ale, yet made him see,
Just his neck-verse to read, and take degree.
A gown, with added sleeves, he now may wear;
While his round cap transforms into a square.
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poem by Richard Savage
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The Iliad: Book 23
Thus did they make their moan throughout the city, while the
Achaeans when they reached the Hellespont went back every man to his
own ship. But Achilles would not let the Myrmidons go, and spoke to
his brave comrades saying, "Myrmidons, famed horsemen and my own
trusted friends, not yet, forsooth, let us unyoke, but with horse
and chariot draw near to the body and mourn Patroclus, in due honour
to the dead. When we have had full comfort of lamentation we will
unyoke our horses and take supper all of us here."
On this they all joined in a cry of wailing and Achilles led them in
their lament. Thrice did they drive their chariots all sorrowing round
the body, and Thetis stirred within them a still deeper yearning.
The sands of the seashore and the men's armour were wet with their
weeping, so great a minister of fear was he whom they had lost.
Chief in all their mourning was the son of Peleus: he laid his
bloodstained hand on the breast of his friend. "Fare well," he
cried, "Patroclus, even in the house of Hades. I will now do all
that I erewhile promised you; I will drag Hector hither and let dogs
devour him raw; twelve noble sons of Trojans will I also slay before
your pyre to avenge you."
As he spoke he treated the body of noble Hector with contumely,
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poem by Homer, translated by Samuel Butler
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You can be fat and love yourself. You can be fat and have a great damn personality. You can be fat and sew your own clothes. But you can't be fat and healthy.
quote by Susan Powter
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