I'm no Pinocchio
Or Jonah don't you know
Stuck in the belly of this whale
How I ended up in here
Has never been made clear
Though it's clear I am by myself
Was I walking along the shore
Or a man overboard
No matter how I ended in the drink
The very next thing I know
I'm swallowed alive whole
Now this fish's belly is my brink
With its bones as prison bars
There's no doubt just where you are
No way out of this rib cage
How can a man find comfort here
Year after year after washed out year
All I do each day is plan my escape
I keep the plan inside my mind
With nothing here or where to write
Waiting for the opportunity
That this fish eats something wrong
Where a case of heartburn comes along
Setting this seasick sailor free
I whisper subliminal
Messages into his blowhole
Guiding him to the Mediterranean Sea
And to the tune of that tiny fish
The seas saltiest of salty dish
Pizza Pies friend the anchovy
While ******* tons of them in
Indigestion starts rolling in
Hanging Ten I surf the wave of burp
Landing on my two feet
To miles and miles of lovely beach
Of the Mediterraneans turf
And that my friend is where I still am
A life of tanning pasty skin
Paroled from my prison cell
Sure as how I now live
I'll never go back there again
That being the belly of the whale
Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 8:02 AM UTC
I'm no Pinocchio
Or Jonah don't you know
Stuck in the belly of this whale
How I ended up in here
Has never been made clear
Though it's clear I am by myself
Was I walking along the shore
Or a man overboard
No matter how I ended in the drink
The very next thing I know
I'm swallowed alive whole
Now this fish's belly is my brink
With its bones as prison bars
There's no doubt just where you are
No way out of this rib cage
How can a man find comfort here
Year after year after washed out year
All I do each day is plan my escape
I keep the plan inside my mind
With nothing here or where to write
Waiting for the opportunity
That this fish eats something wrong
Where a case of heartburn comes along
Setting this seasick sailor free
I whisper subliminal
Messages into his blowhole
Guiding him to the Mediterranean Sea
And to the tune of that tiny fish
The seas saltiest of salty dish
Pizza Pies friend the anchovy
While ******* tons of them in
Indigestion starts rolling in
Hanging Ten I surf the wave of burp
Landing on my two feet
To miles and miles of lovely beach
Of the Mediterraneans turf
And that my friend is where I still am
A life of tanning pasty skin
Paroled from my prison cell
Sure as how I now live
I'll never go back there again
That being the belly of the whale
Not a whole lot of sense to this but it sure was fun to write!
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