Working on My Stroke

Industriously working on my stroke
I eat two pizzas, both with extra cheese,
No vegetables, as much wine as you please,
And chocolate pudding. Then I’ll have a smoke.
I haven’t exercised since I awoke
Eight days ago, can barely reach my knees
When bending at the waist. Hugging the trees
Is all I know of love. Also, I’m broke.

I must confess, I seldom think of you:
Too much of that might ruin all this work,
Revive all those good habits that I shirk
In my unmet desires and hopes, wholly true
In all of my devotions, with no clue
To why I feel this way. Try not to smirk.