my arms red from the armpits down
I exercise daily  my head
get plenty of pysical
endurance workout the cardio
from making others abodes
from seven am to six at dusk
mark a straight chalk line from about seven o'clock
as my time
that few hours I stretch  the synapses the electrical
impulses in my head to think about the greater possibilities
of someday building a temple for those like me
that make a good hand out of what they've been dealt
when playing spades I get everything but
when playing hearts I go bust
the suntan the aching legs the bulge of a hard day's work
certainly makes my temple stronger
the after seven exercising my human ability to imagine
is my life's bread