Getting up in the morning
Is such a groan.
Crunches, aerobics;
Keeping up with a scanty
Clad woman
Dragging you
Kicking and screaming through
Oceans of sweat.

The temptation to join the
Couch potato generation
Chases me between bench presses.
Oh, what I would give to be part of that
Obese population
Where future health care isn’t an issue.

French fries dripping with hot fat,
Sodas by the gallon,
Along with candy, cake, pie, &
Smooth, creamy, milk chocolate.
Sitcoms, soap operas, &
reality shows,
Lead the way to
Survival of the flabbiest.

In Shanghai and Beijing
Slender octogenarians
Drift like butterflies
To the sound of soothing
Early morning music
Imitating the supple limbs
of trees caressed by a
Gentle breeze.

Meanwhile, I dream
Of surrendering to éclairs,
Cream puffs and
A hot chocolate latte.