All your life you always feel
Every scene will work out fine
And so you put your feet up
In the back row and recline
Until after the last reel
When all the lights come on
And you wake up suddenly to find
Your user-friendly body
Disobedient to your mind
But why fret? You’re not gone!
Not yet! Re-shoot! For though it is true
That treadmill and tablets will certainly
Not make you another man of steel
You will assuredly be
Some fifty-seven shades of you.