Awkward Massage Poem by Paul Frederick

I'm thankful to God
For the gift of healing
What remain decrepit
In underdug graves
A spa in the mausoleum
Exercise at the beach
A palate always ready
A tray always full
This a welcome stranger
The opportunity for good
Nourishment my natural appetite
Sweetened for the eyes and senses
Like divine tenses
Enjoy the wholesome experience
A glimpse sentence
God chooses who to punish
Mouth where your money is
And never forget
Leave alone the pet
Humanism is by twos
In proper shoes
I'm done to sleep so somberly
Heaven over thee