Clyde King

You Got A Fat Walmart Butt

Just let me sit here and drink.
Getting tight helps me not to think.

When you're haunting my thought
I know in the blues I'll get caught.

When you told me goodbye
There were no tears in your eyes.

Your heart grew cold as ice.
But let me give you some advice.

When you lay down with dogs
You get up with lice.
And lice ain't nice.

Why should I care
How you got in my hair?

You're a low down, dirty slut!
And you got a fat Walmart BUTT!

So go on and leave.
I'm not going to grieve.

Go to Walmart your favorite place
And get out of my face!
You're a rotten disgrace!


Topic(s) of this poem: cheating, dogs, drinking

Poem Submitted: Friday, October 23, 2020
Poem Edited: Friday, October 30, 2020

Form: Burlesque

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Trus story. Have you been to Walmart lately?
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Comments about You Got A Fat Walmart Butt by Clyde King

  • L Milton Hankins (10/23/2020 10:49:00 PM)

    I found this poem humorous, but if it was personal experience, I'm certain it was very painful. Thanks for sharing. I loved the rhymes!

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  • Quoth TheravenQuoth Theraven (10/23/2020 10:49:00 PM)

    I'll drink to that.

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