There's little in sitting or standing, There's nothing more dumb than a spine This body, this body, this body Was never a project of mine. Oh hard is the living embodied Wake up, little monkey, meet Pain Cause yoga's for posh little ladies and lifting's for jocks with no brain and running's just making a rattle and walking is too plain to sell So I'm thinking of throwing the battle- Would you kindly direct me to hell? (2026 | ode to Dorothy Parker)