He spent his life eating,
becoming round and docile.
Non resistant,
giving his jolly self to the moment.
He spent his life playing.
The constant infant.
Somehow unreasonable.
Yet deep down so shapeable.
How much of us are just impulse,
nojo nojo instinct.
What are we but messes,
that need consistant cleaning.
Rigorous maintenance
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