InLiWriMo #13

The yak who couldn’t relax
Just wasn’t like other yaks
They chewed, and they brewed,
And maintained their good mood
While he was stressed out to the max

He dressed in a thong and a toga
He practised fifteen kinds of yoga
But where others found peace,
Comfort and release,
He was coiled to strike like a cobra

The yak who couldn’t relax
Calculated his income tax
But despite his huge brain
He could not take the strain
Of the hundreds of thousands of facts

Too nervous for even the flies,
The yak was sight for sore eyes
Spending days with his books
Ignoring his looks
In pursuit of a gentle demise

The yak who couldn’t relax
Gave up his mansion for shacks
Took a floor for a bed
And the last thing he said
Was just papering over the cracks

He was jumpy and snarky, until
The doctor, who’d filled him with pills
Prescribed beta-blockers
Which worked, but the shocker
That killed was the size of the bill

Still, he died at peace with the world
His consciousness free and unfurled
As he ended his days
He was heard to say
“How relaxing!” as upwards he curled.