Force Fed

good-bye old muscles,
my motor is busted,
you've grown soft and useless,
from granite to jello,
i go to lift,
but I can not.
we use to be symbiotic,
but now we are low oiled machine,
cramped up in bone growth,
and vines of cognitive retardant,
and I'll miss you,
I'll miss us,
I should have worked harder,
and layered on extra cement,
when you were full of potholes