28 August 2012
That hereditary thing over which I've no control
Not ready to admit that I'm ready for the knackers
But I take so many pills, I'm sounding like maracas
Another weekends excess has left me feeling zapped
The current household challenge couldn't be any more apt
Eat lots of fruit, and exercise, else you'll be feeling queasy
I'll tell you what, with these long hours it ain't so bloody easy
It's alright for you Nurse Rake, you were skinny from the start
I suffer gourmetitis, good food's close to my heart
And it's only getting worse, USA in four weeks time
Massive chow aplenty, mexicalis (without the lime)
So I'll take the simvastatins, try to be a better man
I'll heed Nurse Rake's advice, yes I'll do all that I can
There'll be fruit as well as salad, the healthy diners touch
My solitary weakness, liking beer and food too much...
Blood • Opuss № I