It’s a living thing, created by cloth.
The hormones secretes fatty acids to warm the body,
Simultaneously you flowing beer to stomach, icing
Internal organs, dancing up to no good,
Restless nights on idling stomach.
Pumping your lung lobes with smokes.
Feel pity for your body, you’re not alone own that body
See your trembling hands, uncoordinated move.
Looking like a toad, pooing, peeing everywhere.
Alluding noise, taking out bad words, exposing
Your body and dignity.
You were given the body, not to abuse it
You no longer memorable, look like old tools.