You want more?

She looks below her feet
she lets out a giggle
“That tickles.”
she crouches down
“Is it moving?”

She leaps up
lifting one foot
then stomping it down
lifting it up and taking a look
“Gross,” she screams
“There are guts all over me.”

Different bloods mixing together
some oxygenated others not
“Eww it made purple,
get off,” she cried.
“It’s your fault,
stop crawling all around me!”

“You have plenty of space
as little as you all are
we are larger and cleaner
we are civilized unlike you creatures.”

Her eyes scoped out a spot
“Uhh…”
She kept scanning
“Well you have that tree
a patch of grass
you want more? she asked.

She stopped
“Yea so do I.”
holding the chainsaw
“This tree is mine
it’s not like I can handpick my own food
this tree will make the perfect seat
maybe a table I can sell
in order to put food on my own.”

The little things chattered about
combining together
uprising against an enemy
she rolled her eyes
“You want me to starve?”

The new creation
shook it’s head
“No I want to share wisdom.”

She tapped her foot
“I don’t have time for this
I have bills to pay
projects to make
and mouths to feed.”

The new creation spoke
“If your kind had taken less
there would be more
for fucks sake your biggest enemy
is a fictional creature named obesity
eat less, take less, and there will be enough to go around.”

“Are you calling me fat?” she asked.
Angrily she shouted again “Are you calling me fat?”

The new creation nodded it’s head yes
“That is why obesity is strong
until you realize being called fat isn’t an insult
it’s a fact
obesity won’t stop until it’s conquered your entire species.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina