Getting Into Shape

I finally thought of getting into shape, Letting all the toxins in my body to escape, Therefore I started by looking into a mirror, And saw my reflection in gloomy horror, The poison had nearly ruined my body, Making my head bulky, disturbed and shabby, It had made my mouth inflamed of ferocity, My ears large like that of a devil, eyes fiery with fury, My nose grown long with lies, my temples crumpled with tension, My hands and legs sinned, my stomach blown out in revulsion But the deadliest blow was to my chest, Where my heart resided, it had no joy, no zest, The genuine emotions and feelings, buried deep into infinity Of distrust, hatred and complexity, Therefore I asked my doctor, my subconscious mind, To take out these lumps of ego, frustration and negative thoughts from my mind. So that my mouth spoke generous verses, my ears heard only good philosophy, My nose held high with dignity, My hands did considerate labour, my legs walked the path to my targets, My stomach digested only virtuous thoughts, And finally, the important of all, My heart pumped to the delightful rhythms of love, compassion and benevolence. That healed my soul and other souls, And get the world into good shape.