The hair on my belly is touching my chest - the hair on my chest is touching my shoulders. It looks like I'm wearing a permanent sweater - I'm working my way toward backfur. The hair on my ass is rising up - the hair on my head is falling down. I got a spider mole that's spreading her legs - she's laying her eggs in backfur. I had a smooth body 'long time ago - then gravity gave me a few folds. Somebody shot me with a beast gun square on - the pellets were seeds of backfur. My body's 'lot wider than it used to be - too much a taste of the old country. Inherited my simian ancestry - I'm working my way toward backfur. I used to think I was invincible (10 years ago). So many things I didn't know. I never knew how cruel the world can be (silly me). My time was not complete. Poor me (poor me) I'm dying. I pushed my mind to a future height - and balanced with a pre-historic body type. Just give me my speedos and put me on a beach - I'm sporting my rolls of backfur. I keep a short comb on a stick - to pick out the occasional deer ticks. I can't afford electrolysis - face down I'm a rug of backfur. I'm pushing harder but I'm losing speed (moving so slow). So many miles left to go. I knew but couldn't feel mortality (silly me). My time was not complete. Poor me (poor me) I'm dying. I used to be a fatty fatback - an inch away from my heart-attack. I'm pushing my luck I'm chasing hot dog trucks - I'm shaded from the sun with backfur. I'm hosting a family of mosquitoes - they live beneath the thicket of Velcro. They can't find my cholesterol-high-blood-rich skin - they can't find their way out of my backfur. I didn't know my life was on the clock. Won't close my eyes anymore. A new year passes every time I blink - or so I think. My time was not complete. Poor me - I'm dying