Deep inside the mountain's woods,
Where human eye will never see...
My heart was caught by the Gularbeast,
But his was not by me

I first saw him there, down by the stream,
Looking fierce, and proud, and free
And I made a vow that some way, somehow,
I'd make him fall for me.

A month and a year, I followed him here
Where the mountain meets the sea.
And despite my constant shower of praise;
The beast cares not for me.

In desperation I seized him fast,
And bound him 'round the knees
So I could force him to look my way,
And beg him to acknowledge me.

When my loving entreaties were depleted,
Gularbeast shook his mane and bleated
And I was dismayed, my love defeated.
To know he felt naught for me.

So with breaking heart, and trembling hands
I did my love set free.
Not a backward glance, but a kick to the pants
Was his departing gift to me...

The sane wonder if they are crazy
The crazy try to prove they are sane

Take me back!
I wish to go home!
I don't know where you stole me from;
But you shouldn't have taken me in the first place.
You can't make me behave in a civil fashion
And I refuse to abide by your social norms.
What notion told you that I would enjoy this?
You should have left me to my own devices.
My barbaric style was enough to keep me happy.
Now I am ruined!
Too wild to be civilized
And to civilized to be wild.
What have you done?

Something is off.
I don't belong here,
Maybe I never did.
Everything hurts
And I just want to die.
Not suicide . . .
But to just lie down
And stop . . .
My will to keep going
is almost sapped anyway
What is wrong with me?
What did I do?
Never mind.
I don't even want to know.
I'm just tired
of being ****** over
By everyone.

It's okay, I understand,
If you hesitate to touch my hand.
Run your eye across my form.
This body, my spirit, does not warm.
Press your ear against my chest,
It will not rise to your caress.
Shout my name in my ear,
Your beautiful voice I can not hear.
Kiss my earth caked finger-tips,
I will not answer with my lips.
Seize my shoulders, with all your might,
Shake them - it won't return my sight.
Wherever you choose to take this husk.
Mother Nature will make it rust.
It is not me, so I won't care
If in grief you leave it there.
So walk away for now my friend.
My spirit will meet you in the end.

I see the commercials
for osteoarthritis.
And mentally curse this age of awareness
Where we, the audience
are forced to see our frail mortality . . .

One in three! ONE IN THREE!
Mocks the voice on T.V.
And suddenly my chest fills
with invisible cancers
cholesterol, and tumors
While diabetes races through my veines.

I stagger from the room.
Joints now rusted with a touch of arthritis.
My breath wheezes from the asthma
I never had until this moment.
My arteries harden like boa constrictors.
And I fall to the floor - breaking a hip as I go down.
My memory fades under Alzheimer's wrath.
While glaucoma darkens my vision.
And ravaging Obesity, consumes my soul.