HEALTH NUT
- 22 hours ago
- 1 min read
By Nadia Beckett
He ate only kale
And he ran every mile
With a look of aggressive
Organic fed guile
He avoided the sugar
The gluten, the fun
And tanned using spray
Not the heat of the sun
He lived for a century
Lonely and lean
The healthiest corpse
A morgue’s ever seen
While his friends
Who loved junk food
And whiskey and vice
Died decades ago
Which was actually nice
They missed all the wars
And the rising of seas
While he sat in his chair
Sipping herbal ice teas
He was flawlessly fit
As they lowered his crate
A premium vintage
But years out of date.