CONSPIRACY IN MY LIFE by Ochen Alan Maxivin

A Wednesday I guess
Wait was it
A Thursday Probably
Or maybe not
Ahhh it was an “important day”
One like independence day
I remember the lady at the restaurant
Refusing to serve my favourite food-molokony
She said that I did not deserve it
Insisting my stomach already spoke volumes of satisfaction
And surely that I should have mercy for smaller people

It could only get worse than it already was
At the bus station, they would not take me in
Even though I could see multiple empty seats
The man at the front said I was an imbalance issue
And management was not willing to take risks
He said I needed to walk and cut off some weight
Or use some other alternate means
Like swallowing bitter wild plants or simply donate my meals

The hospital too would not help
He-the doctor is not seeing patients today
In particular people of your age and especially that size
The nurse says the hospital is for men only
I tell her ”I am a man”
She says ”oh’ your “boobs” reveal otherwise
Then asks me to try elsewhere
Since I look healthy already
A big fat belly and a protruding butt
Was her case against me
Without a defence to her accusation

I was forced to believe it myself
Bad events are really connected to one another
There was fire inside my own house
I had no clue it would get that far
My own wife would not give it to me that day
That she would lock it and hide the key far away
Unless I got rid of it she would keep it dry and rough.

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