Embraced
today by loving hands,
Each one
held a cloth tape measure.
They circled
my thighs, chest and stomach;
The arc of
my hunchback at leisure.
They
measured my sugar levels;
Banned all
my sources of pleasure…
While
plotting my life expectancy,
They
requested an ink eraser.
Most of their
estimations,
Are created
by mathematic design.
Blood clots,
car wrecks and bear attacks
Determine
also the end of the of the line.
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