With cotton candy armpits and sugary

    Crevices， sweat glazing your donut skin.

    Have you ever been fat， Brad？

    Have you ever wanted a Snickers

    More than love and lain on your bed

    While the phone rang and rolled one

    On your tongue， afraid to eat it， afraid

    It would make your jeans too tight？ Have you

    Barfed， Brad， because you ate it，

    Ate all the take-out， licked

    Brown sauce off the box while you sobbed？

    Brad Pitt down in the pits chaining menthol

    Ciggys in your thick-wallet life，

    It's not so bad Brad， sad Brad， is it？