I scoff at the absurdity
that we can get fit
on a video game,
the culprit of sedentariness,
but you might just be fun enough
to make me enjoy exercise
placing you among the glorious ranks
of basketball, ultimate frisbee, and…
is the list really that short?
Crap, I gotta get fit.
wind doth fill the sails of
sand blown dust made crop
circles in your hair to match
cyclical patters in your emotion
And he was lurking around every corner
that bastard cop that has it in for me
But he never seems to pull me over
just smiles and waves as I cruse by
at a steady 83
I’ve burned a lot of gasoline
hoping to avoid the man
but all in all he doesn’t seem
to give a good god damn
So I wonder if I’m running
from a self-conceived behavior
or if he really is gunning for me:
just too busy reading the paper.
