I guess I cut myself on the crossroads
And mishandled the mars bars
That’s my sordid story of obesity
Pulling many shots at the crossbar
From my cornucopia

Still losing at the penalty spot
Talents seem the best
Ought to
When shared with the company of strangers
And strangers do have the talent to read you
Like a presentable book of feathers
You may have the best adroitness
But the “the end” is
You’re just an altruist
Actions make up your reactions