I MOCK JOGGERS

\"I mock joggers

Because I\'m insecure about my weight

I should be out running

But I\'m always running away

Or running late

Neatly lined are the objects of my suffering

I\'ve learnt them and what they sell

Dust off a fresh space for new hell

Twist me on a stick and call me Lolly

There\'s gob on me

Do you mind shutting the fuck up for a moment sir

I\'m covered in what you tell

You don\'t know me but I know you well

There\'s barnacles on me

I am in your pond

I am with the stones

Been here since the statues fell

I\'m a lapsed catholic

Determined to become asthmatic

Comfortable at base levels of quiet panic

Kick me down a well and call me Doug

In wooden coat, snug

Do you mind filling me in down here

Give back with a shrug

I know your touch and can\'t shake the smell

Pan-fried and pie-eyed

Working part time as a shit digger

Sat still, away with the tide

My finger’s too wide for the trigger

Flash backs to the time I lied

The guilt is large and getting bigger

I’m a strong but sorry man

With an intense sense of self

And a grafter\'s tan

Hang me from the edge and call me Cliff

What I wouldn\'t do for a seat and a biff

And the warped reflection of a content man

I mock joggers

Because I\'m insecure about my weight

I should be out running

But I\'m always running away

Or running late

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