Adipose

You're losing sight I'm losing hand
Plant seeds on barren land
Sinking fast on the quickest of sand
Atrophy makes it hard to stand
Building structures on sacred land
Will always tarnish the brand
Loss of luck equates expand
Rot sets in on the polished and grand
Broken dreams and broken bones
Swinging the fist brings it all back home
Take a few to the dome
Only to turn out, outgrown
Feet are tired and the hands are sore
Every day you can't take it no more
Put the jam on soggy bread
Fill the belly of the barely fed
Ride it until wheels come off
Or until you become sad and soft