Beef Man
Oh, you poor beef man
your brain will turn to mush,
the unfortunate consequence
of for too long
placing strength of limb
before depth of soul.
Tiny globes of thought
revolve through
your universal,
sparing your mind
anything deeper than
pump and lift.
Your story is written-
you gave yourself to labor
never knowing the passion
of an unleashed
curiousity.
And so you grow old
your body tires
and gives up its fruit
that you so carefully
cultivated.
And in the end
when it is gone,
and your arms hang limp,
what will you have
to believe in,
or even
to talk about?
~m
