my brother-in-law's really fit
I admire him for it
He spends much time
in exercise, in energetic thrusts
He's a whole aerobics center;
gets all the exercise he needs:
He constantly jumps to conclusions
runs down friends, back-stabs whenever he can
side-steps responsibility
and you could say, is constantly pushing his luck
And pushing it too far too…
and goes round and round in circles
with many false arguments
But one kind thing I can say of him
he's mindful of my health
for he must have observed how I hardly exercise
and he invites me often to his fitness program
"You scratch my back, I scratch yours, " he says…
But I'm just too lazy even for such effortless exercise
and meanwhile, he continues with his fitness program
namely, as I have said before,
jumping to conclusions and constantly pushing his luck…
while the only thing I can manage
in response to his fitness program
(darned lazy as I am, as he complains to his sis)
is to lift my middle finger
but frankly, my brother-in-law's really fit
I admire him for it
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