Main one five that’s all in my eyes
another code another full load that’s beeping hot
with an unwashed pot and the meters’ve rot.
Chop chop, I’ve a number of things for my ass & thighs
with a spoon in my side, ibuprofen’s no surprise.
Pop it out of my mouth and read 105.
Do you like sing-songs, pressuring your girl to eat?
Do you play ping-pong til the blisters grow on your feet?
Thick and callused and covered with fur
like the famous ape that ran amok in the streets
and was shot at by both army and local police.
On the way to the states with a chain & a seat
I’m garumblin’ and near death where I sweat
had it not been for my tall nurse I’d be dead in a sec
Cringing in pain, “hurts”, beneath the seat was red
and darker colors. —No, you’re not dead yet.
Just a fool in a vest that’s confined to his bed,
who’ll watch his mouth for what’s eaten and said.
