My legs still shiver,
Breath giver, as I sit;
And as I walk, part is numb,
As if been freshly fit.
Like a pile of shit, on the road,
I am fretting; like, as it
Sees the ugly truck getting closer
Every mo. To steamroll, so it’d be
No shit no more.
They ache, my legs, and my
Body’s turned heavy.
I will fall if I can’t walk this bit
And collapse without making it.