I don't do yoga nor traditionally meditate
I just breathe, sometimes my breath is late
I'm not against it, just don't have the time
I just think and feel what is mine

I don't do sports unless it's slow mo
I do really like to stretch though
I take walks, my brain talks
I sit and even just I talk

I have sex, at least when I can
That's all the exercise I need, man
I don't work out except my cock
Maybe my arm too when I must jerk off

I eat a lot, both words and food
Even if it's cheap, cheap will do
I like to dance while standing still
I take off my shirt and I get pretty real

I say woah doggy, what's up, hello
Oh no Mr. Soggy, I gotta go
Gotta get that bread, get fed
Go to work, do chores, get to bed

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