Ode to fitness
By David Smyth
I ride my bike from town to townBy hoards of smiling facesMy bpm goes up and downAs my heart’s put through its paces
I pump my legs and feel the burnI’m living determinationAt break neck speed I take the turnsI seek fat extermination
I swallow bugs and spit them outI swig water from my bottleA million swears will leave my mouthAs I ramp up on the throttle
My arm gets numb my breath gets thinMy feet slip of the pedalI slam into an open binJust three minutes from the medal
I see the light and wish I’d soughtA life less dull and dryBut as it is, my final thoughtIs what’s my bmi?
I never had a cushy jobDesks won’t make you feel aliveBut I wish I’d been that brain dead slobThey live ‘till sixty five
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