i'mma need this body for growing old

it is not too meaty.
my skin is fairly soft.
but it is not your
swiss-blade: knock it off.

it's not your forklift.
it's no automated screen.
my brain's in the mountains.
my body's stuck between.

it's no trash disposal.
ain't a sentimental mop.
books turn to boulders,
shoulders askin me to stop.

i'm okay being borrowed.
it's fine if i'm gettin paid.
but back's growin crooked,
this game's been overplayed.

they'll thank you in your grave,
and smiling pay for your lunch,
and break your dependable body
if they depend on it too much.