fat

What do you fucking care for me?
I'm black and blue and bruised all the fucking time.
Why should I fucking care for you?
I've been with you in the morning for the last time.
I'm not as happy as I once was to see you,
You're fatter around the side.
No, no, no, no, you're not as thin as you used to be.
You've gotten fatter around the thighs.

i am the one singing and you're the one listening. it is just too funny and can apply everywhere.
i did a lot of bike riding today. wiped out and must go do other things: potluck, party, plan for tomorrow.
sometimes a really good reason to keep your chin up is that you are not the one writing awful songs and you are also not the character featured in them:

Your daddy beat you up
Your daddy beat you down
Your daddy put your mama in the hospital
Your daddy left town...he broke your heart
Your mama drank too much
Your mama hit you in the face
You had to make excuses for the bruises to all your friends
You had to live in disgrace...She broke your heart
Daddy came in your room at night
He took whatever he want
Your daddy was your first time
And your mama never tried to stop him...they
broke your heart
My mama beat me up
My mama beat me down
My brother raped my sister
My family threw me out... they broke my heart
America is the place where the kids got broken hearts
America is the place where the kids got twisted minds
bent on self destruction
America is the place where the kids got their wills broken
into and broken in two
America is the place where the kids got broken hearts
And the adults say hish, keep it down now,
voices carry
They say, don't tell anyone, don't tell em
anything
Don't tell 'em what went on, don't tell 'em
what really happened
Don't tell anyone, don't tell 'em anything
They won't believe you cuz it's all your fault
Hush
I made a bag out of a piece of cloth
I made a wish and I wrote it down on a piece of paper
I put th epaper in the bag and I wished with all
my heart
I said, please please deliver me; low and behold it
became reality
So I can say today
I refuse to believe that god created me to be
tortured
I refuse to believe the earth created me to be
abandoned
I refuse to believe that god created me to be
neglected
I refuse to believe the Earth created me to be
abused
I picked up the pieces of my broken heart off of
the dirty boulevard
I found a punk rock kid who had a needle and
some leather string
I made a wish and I said it, again and again I took
the needle and threaded it
I sewed my broken heart back together again
I got family now, sew my broken heart back together again
I got a wife I love, sew my broken heart back together again
I got two daughters I love, sew my broken heart back together again
I got a family now
Who ever you are, whatever you do, where ever
you are you don't deserve Abuse
Hush