Poem -

Body Work

Body Work

What a mess am IĀ 

To such an extent
I probably will die

Not an uncommon fate

We all have expiration dates
hard wired into our souls

For this biodegradable species
is an inherently flawed model
and when not maintained properly
our lights often go dark prematurely

So a little self maintenance would not hurtĀ 

Ā 

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