Smoke, gin and tonic, fattness you mean, bigger roll of skin,
Those pretty people rolling windows down to let the sunlight in.
Cool butter between shoulder blades, and the slide is long
Down the spine to the place where the spine rises up and I say

One, seven one eight, seven six eight, double oh double four, friction.
Burns the butter back to milk.
Running on fumes, I got to get right with this.

Can you feel the weight pull down,
Jelly breakfast big belly gonna' belly is two bellies and what is the sound
Of two bellies slapping, flapping, and the legs lock at the knees,
Together like parenthesis, fighting to the death.

Can you feel the weight?