Muscle Melody
Laurie Shaw
Why do the powers that be keep on
Stepping on all the wisdom you have?
Backlit at the golf club
Lighting their cigars on your O’s
Tarmac the forest paths
That weave through the crystalline yards
But when I circle the drain
Reeking of sweat
Tingle like wind chimes
All the tread-millers weak
Muscle melody, muscle melody