That’s it and he just can’t
do it anymore, worn out
from hauling all that belly around
all day every day and he
can’t sleep at night either,
most nights, for lack of air.
Instead he stays in bed
until he can’t stand it anymore,
gets up and goes into his office
to sleep at the keyboard.
He tries to let his fingers
do the talking.
Even as he types out the daily plan
waiting for his coffee to brew,
he can’t believe it’s come to this:
this is what he does for kicks.