Friday, May 28, 2010
Earthquakes abound each and every day,
Crime rises nearby in so many ways.
Drivers make their own rules as they drive,
Gosh, I'm surprised I'm even alive!
The cortisol from this stress makes me fat,
So what is it I can do with all that?
Drink water, keep moving, remember the fruit,
Veggies and beans, vitamins to boot.
One of these days I'll cope better with stress,
But if it weren't for sparkfriends, I must confess
Someone close by would surely put me in
This city's place called the loony bin.