Scrappage

I wish I’d looked after my teeth –
And the rest, from my head to my feet.
My body’s a state,
I feel overweight,
I’m no longer shiny and neat.

My muscles are stiffening,
My arteries are thickening,
My joints are beginning to rust.
My back’s starting aching,
My skin’s started flaking,
My hair’s falling out in disgust.

My teeth have got longer,
My new specs are stronger,
I find myself wanting to nap.
To my family I said:
After I’m dead,
Just sell off my body for scrap!

They looked at me so,
Said: No! You can’t go!
We want you to live, can’t you see?
Alive, you’ve a job,
So you’re worth a few bob,
Dead, you’d fetch less than ten pee!