Bardic Befuddlement Poem by Jan Sand

I was devised, I suppose,
Like the ear, the foot, the nose
To ensure longevity
Of this device
I call me.

It bothers me
To justify,
To wonder how
I should comply
With life extension,
(Not to mention)
Full activity -
By my desire
To indulge
(I must divulge)
By writing, speaking,
Thinking, wreaking
Endless lines of poetry.

To roll with rhythm,
Toy with rhyme,
Twist words with ‘em
Over time
May give me joy -
But, how employ
This strange proclivity
To make this creature
Strong, efficient,
Rich and fat
Sharp, omniscient,
A successful entity
By doing that?