Metaphoric Man

I can eat like a pig, As well as, drink like a fish. I can piss like a racehorse, Or even bark like a dog-. In my youth, I could run like the wind, And at times, sting like a bee. Yet if I float like a butterfly, I might be driving like ol' granny. Now if I scream like a schoolgirl, I might be fearful of an angry God. But if I whine like a stubborn mule, I could end up on the wrong end of a cattle-prod. At times, I show the patience of a saint, Or being impetuous as a child with new fingerpaint. And if I continue this way and act like a child, I'll avoid those aging pitfalls, and run in the wild.