David Whalen

Gold Star - 5,259 Points (5/18/38 / Covington Kentucky)

Body Language - Poem by David Whalen


Today my body has decided to be
A repository of misery
It pains me in places
new and unique
Has even begun to
Rumble and squeak

But surely It has every right
To occasionally complain
Given how it’s treated
With daily disdain
Junk food and torpidity
Neglect and stupidity
Reruns on TV that
Beleaguer it’s brain

So for today
I’ll allow it to have it’s way
Since I really have no other choice
So body take my comfort
Body take my ease
Take whatever you want (but please)
Leave me at least my voice!


Topic(s) of this poem: life

Form: Blues Poem


Comments about Body Language by David Whalen

  • Kelly Kurt (4/1/2015 8:14:00 PM)


    I hear you brother! Excellent poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 1, 2015



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