Cleaning up the diet, working out every day,
Seems overwhelming, like a Herculean feat.
But I have to get with it so that when I die,
Sammy has something nutritious to eat.
Trying so hard to get things done,
Life, after all is a forward progression.
Yet inside I’m lonely, empty and lost,
Crippled by this m*****f***** depression.
Heavy is the head that wears the crown,
And loathe though I am to put it down,
To let another man rule in my stead.
For have that happen, I would need to be dead.
Again we worry about nuclear war,
Killer robots, mass murder, insanity!
Shut out all the noise to join me,
Canoodling underneath this tree.