My accountants have for me
good news.
I'm established,
well heeled quite well to do.
My doctor prescribes me
love potions
Court the ladies, take a cruise..
I tell them that's just what I'll do.
But, what plans can I make
When it takes me thirty minutes
to go to the bathroom.
What's worse is
I must relieve myself
every twenty minutes
My body is playing tricks I never tought it would play...
When going out for a bite to eat
They see a slow moving,crippled up fool.
i get summarily pushed with haste and stealthy unease
to the bleakest, back corridor of their bleacher seats.
I've already been penciled in as their next freak
Jerked, juked and squeezed into a diner's car.
When, I get up to leave it's a tiresome chore
to get better than their special prestige.;
Being dropped in the drink,
through their door in the floor
I used to stand five feet eight
in stocking feet.
In lifts,
I'm now barely five four.
My ankles hurt
and my shoes don't fit..
When I stand up straight
my back gets stiff.
I can barely bend my neck around
to see any real estate
on the back side of my cheese.
There's a screenshot with my face on it
under the heading of disease.
If I could turn on the juice
My game couldn't be beat
But, I'm sled dog tired
and clinically obese.
I'm going under without cover
trying my best to be discreet.
I look too good to be considered a troll
More of a hobbit, a reclusive,
a munchkin,or mole.
Sometimes I scare little children
by grinding my food
with broken teeth.
I order my meals on wheels
contactless delivery of cold sparce vegatables
with three minute rice.
..
Delivery drivers hate me
who I'll scarcely meet.
They keep a safe distance
from a germ like me.
they knock once, and then leave,,
announcing my food's arrived
I heat it up a few minutes
and it's ready to eat.
I've been wasting away..
with the daily near death experience called
failure to thrive
I live by the freeway.. .
, I'm barely alive.
I've got pus filled boils,
barnacles and hives.
From overindulging on trans fatty foods
smoking and drinking.
I inhale rivers of toxic particles,
eat foods chock with pesticides.
Fallout out has fell hard on me,
from Chernobyl
to Fukashi
Won't have to contend much longer with 'The Bee'.
Covid-19 has it's sights on me.
I'm pre-diabetic
They split my chest wide open
with heart surgery.
My blood type-A
matches my personality.
I'm getting older
and prone to infection
I cough up green phlegm for paper tissue inspection...
My joints and lungs burn from inflammation.
I'm close to another heart attack.
After an hour at the library,
I faint in their stacks.
As they help me to my feet
I say, I'll be fine in a couple moments.
But who am I kidding?
I say don't worry, I'll be fine in a second
I don't make a stink.
But, can scarcely imagine what they must think.
The hearse or the drunk tank beckons to me.
it's why I prefer fainting privately.
I look like a distracted teenager's badly drawn art project
of an out of focus cartoon character
awash in watery spunk
My jowls, a master work
of a treasure that's sunk
Few now know I used to romance beautiful women
drenched in perfume and lush satin
Surrounded by lit, scented candles
dancing in enchanted moonlight
A dervish with promise.
I now conjure up no magic.
My Genie has long abandoned their bottle.
I bear no malice.
Pay no mind to me
this no count nebbish.
May God bless and protect
all your women and children.,
just walk around me
I mean you no harm
At least not lately
At least not lately...
.
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Buddy Bee Anthony
Re-edited 12/11/2023 @ 4:20 PM Pacific Standard Time