I’m overweight. Simple as that.
Short and round, and sorta fat.
Oh yeah, I know I’m not obese,
I can usually see my knees,
But I don’t feel good,
As most things go,
And don’t need you to tell me so,
For truth is I’m really quite aware,
I’ve got at least one tire to spare,
So I don’t say this to chastise,
I just think perhaps it’s wise,
To leave your judgement on the shelf,
For truth is I already hate myself.