You reach a point where your body just kind of fails,
and I'm not saying I'm there today,
But my legs aren't good for much but growing hair.
My mind, though, is mostly there.
So now I'm going to smash my keyboard and some records
For number of poems and
total summer words
and actually finishing a big writing project for once.
It doesn't do to be both broken and a dunce.
Prompt: Come up with a Zeugma and use it in a poem.
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