Too often do I dread the cursed
reminders of Mr. Fat and Mr. Thin,
who would choke in reptilian disguise
on the poison they spewed into the world,
whose raised eyebrows and 
perpetual arrogance
ate away at my anxious heart.

For they, one step above me,
on that steep ladder of authority
stomped on my bleeding fingers
and prepared to watch me fall-

-until they slipped,

and too poetically they fell,
towards the revelled demise
of their torpid greed.