My limbs are limp
They're merely cogs
After I sing
I'll split a log
Have you seen my fumes?
Is this gas ideal?
How many bananas are there left to peel if you don't count the Chiquita seal?
Who knew turning keys could be so fun?
Should the aches and pains come this young?
I would not have known how to tie a tie had it not been for articles I read online
Insisting wind
On an instant sail
Milk from a cow
Too big to fail
Exhausted form
On a breathless night
From those lips so worn
Comes a breath of spite