Has caused me
You have found the one way
To spend all your hours
A head made of meat
And a heart made of LDL cholesterol
A soul sitting on the sidelines wondering,
“When will I get a turn?”
Never, for the vessel
Is busy boasting big balls
When really they are shrinking.
Will this pursuit take a lifetime?
I won’t stick around to find out.
Remember, my friend
Only your legacy will outlive you
When your body is worm food.