I can't make boasts about my body. 
The workmanship is somewhat shoddy. 
Sometimes 
I overwork my gob. 
Can't buy you gifts 
I've got no job. 
I know you find my habits sickly. 
I know sometimes 
I come too quickly. 
I don't mind 
Jocks slide two-stoke wonder. 
Just don't slash my trust to thunder.