Vehicle for fluids is raised for another toast
Enables waking dreams as you stumble being possessed
Sometimes you can host a multitude of different spirits simultaneously
Such as wine, beer, and hard liquors
Enough visitors that you reach your max occupancy limit, and you’re forced outside your body
Leaving you empty and full of yourself at the same time
Silicon dioxide particles stuck to places on his body
All chaffing parts that should never be chaffed
Needing that shower to rinse them away and get relief
Deferring the problem to a clogged drain
You remember those days when your body didn’t ache
Or you could eat two pizzas and not gain a pound
Until that dreaded middle age kicked in
That flipped your whole world, but you didn’t notice till it was too late
Here we are now, but there is a silver lining. Okay, maybe not.
Pushing her body to breaking never helped anyone
Unless you were talking about her guilt
Now she was here and wondered if this time she had gone too far
It seemed to make sense in the heat of the moment
So now hanging on this rockface fifty feet up and her strength giving out, she wondered
How did eating a single extra Oreo do this to her?
Every nerve in her body screamed get the hell out!
Xenon lights flashing DANGER filled her subconscious.
It was time to get up and get out EXCEPT her boy was in there somewhere.
That’s why she gripped her sword tighter as she threw open the door.
Don’t tell me what to eat.
I listen to what my body needs.
Everything in there is a well-oiled machine.
That’s the reason I consume all the French fries I can.
She felt so cold and lethargic. Today was just one of those days.
He handed her a whiskey, and she threw it back
Oh it burned on the way down, but it then warmed her middle nicely
That soon spread throughout her body and things weren’t as bad anymore.
While being gluten free was not the lifestyle she wanted
Her choices were that or get sick as her body destroyed itself
Eventually she would get used to the changes in her diet
And find awesome alternatives to those things she loved to eat
The smell of fresh baked bread would always bring a tear to her eye
Soapy bubbles covering his body he dropped his soap by his feet
Leaning down to retrieve it, he took a small step.
It left him unbalanced, he reached out to stop the fall, but down he went
Pulling the shower curtain down with him
Putting him on the floor, underneath the curtain, with the shower still on
Everyone rushed to the bathroom and saw him there sprawled on the floor
Reaching for the toilet, he levered himself into a sitting position
Yielding him a standing ovation from his roommates and a ten from the Russian judge
Motivated to keep on moving
Until I can’t move anymore
Seems like a recipe for fitness
Could be, but that would mean the day after
Letting my body get its revenge
Every fiber letting me know what I did
So I sit here. sedentary, in a negotiated peace.