The muscles yearn to stretch and strain The lungs to draw deep breaths Instead the glutes just smirk and swell Abs burrow in the depths The blood meanders lazily; it never is on call The heart its drumsticks gives away; it won't need those at all
Instead of physically excelling This specimen gives up its yelling
Warning signs have been ignored Aches and pains that stab like swords The body now gives up the fight And prays there is a distant light Shining in a land where it can run free And none dies of inactivity
My son and I just went to exercise because I'm sick of sitting all day. The first line, two lines?, I commented to him and since it rhymed, I figured I'd keep going. Glad I could give you a little smile!