[Anatomy]
In
one ear and out the other
what
a piece of work is a man
when
he gets it between the eyes
when
he bites off more than he can chew
cops
it on the chin
winners
are grinners, original sinners.
What
is a man
holding
on for dear life
all
thumbs and no fingers
a
flick of the wrist, all elbows
putting
his back into it even when
he
hasn’t the stomach
ready
to shoulder responsibility
or
keep everything at arm’s length
too
hot to handle.
One
day congenial his heart so light
a
sight for sore eyes
bottoms
up, here’s looking at you
then
when he’s too hip for his own good
never
a foot wrong
he
gets it in the neck, his achilles heel
the
next day congenital, a total balls-up
his
heart heavy, hair of the dog.
I’m
not feeling too well myself.
One
minute his words are all cheek
pay
lip service to fair forms
skin
deep
next
second mouths words
he
believes in his very bones.
The
nerve!
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