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Author Name: FreeCleanMan 9 Comments
Date Added: April 03, 2004 17:04:10 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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The fat boy walks alone along the beach.

There’s no-one else here on this dull, grey day.

A pair of faded jeans and yellow T-shirt

Are all he wears, despite the freezing weather.

He knows that he’ll be warm before too long.

The frozen, murky water of the sea

Envelops both his purple, swollen feet.

Some pages of a large pink paper

Carelessly dumped a few minutes before

Are blown from a bin, and fly at his face.

He peels the paper from himself

And, crumpling it up, puts it back where it was.

He knows there’s nothing there to interest him.

And, anyway, he has no time to read.

There’s something that he has to do right now.

Something he long ago decided on

When – oh, there’s no point dwelling on it now.

It’s over, finished, borne its final fruit.

The people who uttered and did these foul things

Most probably never think now of that day.

The only obstacle to the solution

Was getting up the courage just to do it.

But now he’s done it, now’s the time to act.

But, in spite of his determination,

He feels his breathing getting quicker now.

But he made a vow when he got up that morning

That he would never use that bed again.

He makes a quarter circle turn,

His movements stiff and robot-like,

And faces the freezing, grey water.

He starts to walk, his footsteps small but quick.

His feet and ankles, buried deep in sand,

Are soon washed by the grey and frigid sea.

It isn’t long before the water’s up to

His waist, but still the fat boy marches on.

Before long both his shoulders too

Have disappeared beneath the waves.

And, to complete the act, all he must do

Is take that final, fatal dive to death.

This is what happens when life’s filled with sadness,

When nothing but insults and shame are your lot.

This is what happens when death is preferred

To a life which has nothing to offer that’s good.

Can any of us be quite sure we’re not guilty

Of sending some fat boy like him to his grave?
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Comment By: FreeIan Valerio on October 12, 2009 12:02:51 AM Report
Hey CleanMan,
I am and have always been that FATBOY! I loved this and thankyou!
Comment By: FreeEric on May 7, 2008 03:54:10 AM Report
Speaking as a former fat boy, though one who never really suffered obvious taunts much, you have hit the nail upon the head. Masterful work, parder.

Comment By: FreeRin Marie on August 10, 2007 05:30:14 PM Report
This is very creative, I guess sometimes we don't stop to think.


Love, Rin

Comment By: FreeBev on February 17, 2006 05:23:05 AM Report
*applause*... you raise a valid point here...
good message conveyed - be careful what you say in harmless fun... it could mean the end of someone's life.
i just wish every bully would be able to read this and learn about the consequences if their actions for other people...
thanks for sharing
Comment By: FreeGay Johnson on April 8, 2004 06:16:26 PM Report
awsome write about a subject no one want's to talk about. humiliating someone seems to be fun for some people. how sad. Gay
Comment By: FreeRobert Frondle on April 7, 2004 03:04:33 PM Report
everyone who was once a child knows the fat boy you are talking about here... beautiful and poignant
Comment By: FreeAlison Storm Wolf on April 4, 2004 01:11:17 PM Report
Trully a masterpiece of writing. I speak as one who although not fat has been in "the Fat Boy's Shoes" but chickened out at the last minute.
This poem has been written with depth and understanding, insight and empathy.
Wonderful work Peter!
Comment By: FreeJeff on April 4, 2004 12:43:29 PM Report
Wonderful poem Peter!
5 stars.
Comment By: PremiumMary Lou Allen on April 3, 2004 05:17:08 PM Report
Wow, Peter. You certainly paint a vivid picture, don't you! And you definitely make a valid point. We never know where or how our words will strike. We hope they do good work, but they don't always. As always, you've done an excellent job. Very well done. ML


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