Convenience Kills
The lack of effort
required to do
the daily tasks
expected of you
Has withered both
your mind and strength
Your life cut short
from greater length
Your struggles are
emotional
To ease, you are
devotional
Your body wastes
in atrophy
Your mind is a
catastrophe
Your time is passed
pushing buttons
On packaged foods
you are a glutton
You exercise
your tongue to speak
while your heart and limbs
are getting weak
Entertainment,
fast and loose,
around your neck
has placed a noose
Put it in
the microwave
Ensure yourself
an early grave
Healing methods
are ignored
as too much work,
while fat is stored
Your sedentary
life goes by
and now you sit
and wonder why
you are so sick
with doctor bills?
Too late you see
convenience kills
© Mike Wise
7/15/14
Copyright © Michael Wise | Year Posted 2023
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