Body .

 This wrapper I'm stuck in . This shell I inhappit . Legs and arms enable movement . Organs produce waste . Brain the so called ruller of them all . Sickness can bring it all to an end . Voice sounds out others . Body has produced two boys . Barren now due to age . I appreciate what you did for me wrapper . And now the down hill slide into old bones , decaying organs , gray hair everywhere . Back to organic toxic matter . Yellow sunken eyes . I release you of your exsistance . I throw my wrapper away , it was only there for enjoyment the trill of walking and talking and making things . Bye bye body . Bye bye name .