Lean To the Left, Lean To the Right
I know of a guy, who just can’t sit up straight,
Anytime you look at him he’s in an inclined state.
It seems he always has to lean to one side or the other,
I’d tell him to sit up straight, but then again I’m not his mother.
Whatever’s wrong with him, he’s not a very sturdy fellow,
There’s always the possibility that his spine’s made out of Jell-O.
He might have a syndrome that always makes him lean,
To harp on his posture then might be kind of mean.
I think that it’s plain to see that it’s energy that he lacks,
That’s why, when he sits, he looks like melted candle wax.
It certainly says a thing or two about his lack of ambition,
When into the Earth’s gravity he reclines in full submission.
I know that in Italy they have a leaning tower,
Probably built by a guy like him working at half power.
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