An Unhealthy Life Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Another dollar bill.
Another pill to swallow.
The american hollow.
Just another dumb redneck sitting on his torn up couch falling asleep with a beer in one hand, and a remote in the other.
The stereotypical predictable.
The story of Kain and Annabelle.
Not so much as living life as missing it.
A point shot straight across the sky.
The maps is a lie.
Just follow the directions to the right.
Obesity is an ongoing crisis.
A bad heart under the extremes.
A bad diet no denying it.
We eat what we want, when we want.
So many catastrophic choices.
Which is the best fit.
And please do pull up your britches.
Definitely too much is showing.
And moon half past god knows when.
A doctor puts on the cuff and you know already what he will tell you.
No more, no more, as if it will be followed.
Handing you what you can't even read.
And it's not the words size.
Riding your tractor to the mailbox instead of walking.
Only 20 ft down the driveway.
More clothes you got get rid of because they no longer fit.
Too bad you don't sew, crochet, or knit.
You might be able reap the benefits.
Asking your neighbor if she would be willing to perform CPR if it comes to that.
And there is no going back.
No going back.