What Bill Could Not Stand

What Bill could not stand was to sit too long
When Bill sat too long his bum went numb
His back would crack
One foot give up
His knees would creak
His eyes would leak
He could not speak
His will was weak
His shoulders felt like boulders
Legs expressed discontent
And his ears feared folk nearby
If Bill sat too long he would cry
I’m going to die
And that’s no lie
Please tell me why
My life passes like molasses before my eyes
It has been so dull
My accomplishments: nil
My hope was all
A good night’s sleep
And a belly full
Of nice things to eat
If my life was a song
It would be a dirge
And so I urge each person here
To take stock of their personal career
Look at your lives anew and let them be ballads
Operas
Ditties and hymns
Musicals
Melodies
Weird jazz rhythms
The can-can
The cha-cha
Catchy ad jingles
Country music – no! Never! Pay me no matter
For we all know country songs end in disaster
Be a pop song
A rock song
An indie tune obscure
Be any kind of music that makes life feel like more
Instead of a death march
That sad, sad lament
Don’t be like me
This man leaving life soon
Whose music is wrong
Not even a song
But an elegy to emptiness
A requiem to wretchedness
My music was wrong
My music was wrong