My feet are protesting this walk

And making promises of pain to come

When I least expect it

Tomorrow

My brain is against but for different reasons

It says that this is foolishness

It knows that things change

But it is sure that this won't change a thing

My stomach is blind to everything but its needs

Saying that it's empty and it needs a fill

The bladder argues, no we need to be emptied

My heart overrules them all

Because it knows that she will make the whole menagerie

Buzz and swoosh like she always does

It knows that love is most important above all

The whole organic chorus agrees

Though under its breath

My stomach is in love with a hamburger