Lean and mean
Say that she is a machine
A fitness queen
On the dark side of green
Love it
You'll get no chance
Coming back from weight loss
Camp
Food is not the same
Eat it every day
Wonder what the deal
Of each dish displayed
Bite it
We're now meaner
Thin and callous
Wet machines
Sweat it out of you
They all boiled
My throat is numb
From the yelling
Now I wait
In the darkness
Try to keep
My best counsel
In the mists
It has vanished
Where did they go
Those new friends...
I guess I'm too old
Too many years
Too antisocial
To be a need
And maybe I'm not
Out as a greybeard
Maybe I have become
Entirely too mean.
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Lean and Mean
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