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The man in my stomach Is an angry man No matter what I do I can not please him. So he punishes me, Tightening his grip on the rope The rope that controls the trap doors Separating my esophagus and my stomach When he pulls The doors shut And I cannot eat Swords in the stomach Slicing through intestines Pain in my gut I think he’s mad at me Trying to understand I need to find out Because maybe Just maybe He’ll let go of the rope And the doors will open with ease But until then, his anger festers
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Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 3:41 PM UTC
The Man in My Stomach
The man in my stomach Is an angry man No matter what I do I can not please him. So he punishes me, Tightening his grip on the rope The rope that controls the trap doors Separating my esophagus and my stomach When he pulls The doors shut And I cannot eat Swords in the stomach Slicing through intestines Pain in my gut I think he’s mad at me Trying to understand I need to find out Because maybe Just maybe He’ll let go of the rope And the doors will open with ease But until then, his anger festers
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Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 3:41 PM UTC
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