Riding around

In a corpse

"I"often think of it as "my" leg

But it might as well be a wooden peg

It does what "I" tell it for just a short while

"I" hope to give it up with great 

style

"My" head is full of petty bull shit

"I" hardly ever use "my" wit

Soon I may know if I'm  more than just meat

"My" trip through time will be complete

But until that day

 Joy and gratitude will light my way

Riding around 

In a corpse