Wasting Away

Useless sack of jelly
Staring at the telly
Don’t have a clue
Who’s the real you
Forgotten all the facts
Lets get straight to that
Image in your brain
Nothing left to drain
But you want to rise
Collecting every prize
Stand atop the pile
Wearing a daft smile
While you grow real fat
Similar to a cat
Not the kind you pet
Instead the ones who bet
So why not get off your ass
Do something about that mass
Before you become mush
And life gives you the push
Is it really that hard?
To not be like lard
Melting from a pile
Without any style
If it is then you
Can just continue
But you know it’s not
Now use what you have got