Thoughts sit at the top
along with a questionable
hairline. Eyes and ears that see
and hear what they shouldn’t.
A mouth that talks way too much.
All surrounded by more hair.
Don’t forget the
holds up that
big bulbous head alongside those broad shoulders created for
pushing players away, only because they were told to.
A bruised and fuzzy chest gone soft containing a beating
heart that sometimes gives out, but when it does it hurts. Hugging itself with arms that don’t
don’t go for very long but certainly go wide. Beasts of their own maker created with laziness
both in the gym and out. Lifting like workhorses but sleeping like them too. We can’t not
mention the stomach. The belly that lies beneath that
adds to the pregnant look. The one that looks fine from
the front but once you turn to the side you can see milk
curdle before you. A bottomless pit that has led to stret
ched skin and kilograms of regret, but it refuses to give
away any room. Wide hips don’t help either, but usually
don’t get in the way. Thankfully. And to be honest, there’s
not much else to talk about in the front or the behind…
Those tree trunk legs work
tireless hours keeping this whole
operation going, even when for
the most part they don’t want to.
Even refuse to. The big wobbly things
tend to collapse under their own
weight and would much rather
lie down on a nice bed or couch.
I’ll come back to the feet later but
these hairy legs haunted me at
a younger age. I was called Chewbacca
because I grew up faster than the rest of
them. Today you can’t get me
out of a pair of shorts. And yeah,
the feet aren’t great: flat with ingrown
toenails, but they get the job done.