Body Language

giving our body its due.

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 its 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!

Author's Note

ignore this poem. It's far too silly. My body made me write this!

Reviews

[Marie]

You should take better care of your body. ALso of your brain. In the last line of the third verse you made the posessive "its" into a contraction, and I know you didn't mean to do that...

[Kristan A. Mohammed]

No. Its absolutely not silly. Its really good because sometimes our bodies make us feel down, broken, battered, bruised and beaten. Lovely read. Keep up the good work.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and here i am reading this, and watching a rerun on TV...

such abuse...such abuse...

we aren't very good to ourselves are we...and yet our body and mind keep making the journey with us...they don't get off the bus.