Trombone

I used to moonwalk
until I got so fat I can barely walk.

Puberty doubled my (m)ass
in the short jaunt of a sophomore year

the arches fell
the IQ fell

,intellectual flatfoot that I am.

This means I've taken to water:
dancing is easier under buoyancy,
only lateral motion is a bitch.

The soft swirlee's I pull off with my toes are
at the expense of tendons in my knees
and 360 degrees is the new 90 if it was a day.

And no,

spinning in the other direction will not undo dizziness,

it enhances the queasy sense of invulnerability
that has become my stick-to-itiveness.

gravity hurts.

Is it possible to have given up while at the same time having refused to quit?

Is it possible to give up while refusing to quit?

Is it possible to not give up and quit?

Can we quit and not give up?

Fuck it