When I walk into the jogging park, I see people young and old,
People who walk meekly and ones who walk up straight bold.

The crunch of the gravel, the breath of the jogger that has been caught,
And the puppies and dogs that the walkers have brought.

They all look at each other and wish they had that sexy bod,
Well that’s why they look so enviously at each other, is it not?

Sweat glistens down their back as they run,
Everyone is running their own race and for their own butter and bun.

So maybe just take a deep breath and love your own body,
For you have it better than the other even if you don’t have an Audi.