Body Language Poem by David Whalen

Body Language



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Today my body has decided to be
A repository of misery
It pains me in places
new and unique
Has even begun to
Rumble and squeak

But surely It has every right
To occasionally complain
Given how it’s treated
With daily disdain
Junk food and torpidity
Neglect and stupidity
Reruns on TV that
Beleaguer it’s brain

So for today
I’ll allow it to have it’s way
Since I really have no other choice
So body take my comfort
Body take my ease
Take whatever you want (but please)
Leave me at least my voice!

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Wednesday, April 1, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kelly Kurt 01 April 2015

I hear you brother! Excellent poem.

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David Whalen

David Whalen

Covington Kentucky
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