METAPHYSICALLY FIT

  

Around and round the Mall they go;

And when they stop, nobody knows.

 

In groups of two or three or four

They power walk the shopping floors--

 

Or so they think.  If I should speak,

I’d tell them that they’ve sprung a leak!

 

Their energy is spurting out,

Like oil from some burst tanker’s spout.

 

They walk to keep themselves in shape;

To do so they must concentrate

 

Upon a fixed idea of How

And Who they are. So like a plow

 

Each one strides briskly, cutting through

Us loiterers, to pay their dues.

 

I may not know as much as they,

But I can waste a better day

 

Just strolling the world’s Mall at large,

Shoplifting visions free of charge.

 

My technique ain’t no hocus pocus:

They are simply much too focused,

 

Blinded to the merchandise

I pick and choose from at a price

 

That all of them refuse to pay:

The loss of speed! A fair exchange,

 

To swap their warped mentalities

For wellness such as I conceive--

 

Considering the benefits

Of being metaphysically fit.