A Failed Writer’s Anatomy

Your brain is a jumble of unwritten words

Your head is as bald as the Avonian bard’s

Your teeth are chipped, those that exist are sallow

Your eyes are jaundiced and are turning yellow.

Too many hours have you spent reading

Other’s words that you have tried correcting.

Your hands are calloused from too much writing

Your skin is like parchment with no sunning.

Sitting too many hours has added to your girth

I say you must stand up and write, forthwith.

Your heart’s irregular, yes, you can feel its beat

You can sense it to be your greatest defeat.

Your stomach bulges with excessive beer

Will it hold? You live in constant fear

Your chest has sunk into your rib cage

Your collar bones fight a losing scrimmage.

Your phallus droops like a lifeless exclamation

Your balls have run dry from too much fornication

Your legs are weak you can’t stand straight

They can’t bear your body’s hulking weight.

It’s only fair that you abandon your writing

Take up copy writing or letter drafting

Or, be a critic who wantonly demolishes books

And, the tender egos of those pompous crooks.