Sedentarianism O’ vile beast
Claiming many for gluttonous feast
Aches and pains we blame on age
Are nothing more than inactivities stage
Still we deny this is of our doing
Instead we choose to settle stewing
Looking to man and brew of witches
Falling for promises of curing pitches
With blinders on we grow ever fatter
Thinking the pills will solve what matters
When simply moving would do a world of good
Just as we always knew we should
Until it’s too late the damage is done
The beast–Sedentary, his battle won
Leads to the inevitable early grave
When so easily our death we could have stave
Were it not for this lazy and slippery foe
Run–or walk while you can its time to go
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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