In a little lighter vein, the one, 'tween my toes,
I sink narcoticly into a bubble bath of ice and epsom salts,
slurring I say ****, this is relaxing me, this may have been too much.
My chest is heavy my stomach hurts.
I run the water again, belch, then,
hold my breath blowing all the hurt
out my ***.
Now I have the warmest,
though,
smelly,
more
bubbly
bath.