These are my hands
Which lock into my wrists.
And my arms
That are golden and black.
And my elbows
With creases that
Surge into my shoulders
Which, in my humble opinion,
Look quite good on me.
Which brings me to
That bend in my side
(the one that I use to
haul heavy things)
And I couldn’t forget
About my trophy thighs
And too-thick-for-boots calves
Which, if I say so myself,
look good on me too.
