Ode To Fitness
By: David Smyth
I ride my bike from town to town, By hoards of smiling faces
My bpm goes up and down, As my heart’s put through its paces
I pump my legs and feel the burn, I’m living determination
At break neck speed I take the turns, I seek fat extermination
I swallow bugs and spit them out, I swig water from my bottle
A million swears will leave my mouth, As I ramp up on the throttle
My arm gets numb my breath gets thin, My feet slip of the pedal
I slam into an open bin, Just three minutes from the medal
I see the light and wish I’d sought, A life less dull and dry
But as it is, my final thought Is what’s my bmi?
I never had a cushy job, Desks won’t make you feel alive
But I wish I’d been that brain dead slob, They live ‘till sixty five
