Physical plus mental use

You are a physical beast,

unleash your inner feast,

you can walk around,

keep your ear to the ground,

but never stop till you cease.


Your just a mental crease,

bent on entertaining sleeve,

you can think abound,

or think almost round,

until those meeces leave your crown.


Your just a bundle of nerves,

have or have not’s the curse,

until you see,

the value in tea,

you mouth wont make a purse.


This is why we rhyme in time,

gathering logic in mine,

the words not heard,

you’ll read and curb,

working out deep in the burbs.

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