I hate when I am static,
I get lazy and a muffin top
the dishes pile up
and words froth up like suds
take over my chores
with hope
legs become  swollen
and seize up
until I hit them
with a trip to
the bathroom
and the hard tile and quarried stone
surfaces
resonate with thoughts
laughing at human
conditions
knowing they are in their places
for a good  long time
no nutrition
or feelings  needed
and the commode
his round shining face a
perfect display of innocence
****** on
seems to smile