a brisk walk past a fat neighbor on a winter day

What beautiul images you've conjured, esp. in the first line.  I also like "If my ears were stronger..."  The only suggestion I have is in the second stanza, where you say "there must be a story for so much...". Somehow the word "story" doesn't seem right.  Perhaps "word" or "name?"  There are stories about this kind of carnage, but nobody to my knowledge has ever assigned a single word to it.