Muscles told sad tales
Of hope and diligence;
An obese wife on his shoulders
Like giant dumbbells.
He loved her to her bone.
A smile that seemed effortless
Was prompted by mysteries:
Two little lights remaining
In a heart the world had darkened.
They were all that mattered.
His love was a birthchild of intellect;
That and conscious stupidity.
He’d give it to the least deserving;
He argued they were the most in need.
Too noble for this world;
A world that punishes goodness.
We drove him insane;
The only thing we ever put on him.
Let’s repent or kill ourselves!