sometimes imperfection can overwhelm
powerful living machine to certain wreck
to delight of neuro-manipulators, octopus
wrap your disintegrating self with pills
claim whatever change in your pocket
including whatever goodness in store
why race to the top, take your time
conserve your fuel every break of day
do what your borne body is capable
push those parasites away; better
especially time wasters; rest is ideal
exercise, and don't over eat, smile
***
cheer up... if you're reading this
you are better off than a billion
people out there, think about it.
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