Anatomical walk about

New shoes for poseidon
And a cup of mirth from this hypocrite's cup.
wtf am I talking about?

Gabe's got a new job working away lifting and boxing things.
So I think it's fair time I look for a job. And walk up those stairs. You know,
like send off a resume, eat less, drink more tea, exercise more, look more gaunt, wear my retainer, fiddle around with make up, and like, get a new life.

One day, I'll go to the art gallery. go on a hike up the grouse grind. go mountain biking. go to a real beach. go camping in some remote area. go backpacking. go travel the world.
go when I'm too old to do these things anymore.