Bilking.

I got a glass back,
A flat glass back at that,
And an unpacked month
Of Sundays couldn’t break it.

A relaxed front,
A fun filled sun tanned one,
And a summer’s worth of
Workouts could not remake it.

I got a complex,
In work shy combat slacks,
And an army full of
Recruiters couldn’t shake it.

I got a slow pen,
An all day fulfilling end,
And the whole wide world
Of haste can go forsake it.