keep fit

Anger, directed towards a Gym Membership Card

There you go again,
jogging my memory,
exercising my conscience,

climbing up the wall bars
of my guilt,
bench-oppressing me.

But then you can hardly talk,
snug in my wallet,
smugly wallowing.

You’ve got no excuse.
Your plastic companions
are always active.

See the healthy sheen
of my Boots
Advantage card,

my library card
limbering up,
lithe and ready,

and just look
at that debit card,
flexing its muscles once more.


gotta get a bit fit
got myself a fitbit
first I felt a dipstick
but now I don’t so much

proved to be a big hit
i’m virtually olympic
postin’ up my fit pics
on Twitter and Facebook

playin’ sunday cricket
sittin’ at a picnic
starin’ at a triptych
it tracks me night and day

guess i must admit it
don’t think i can quit it
some call me addic
well, i think that’s what they say