I don’t need you,
last time I checked,
there were two lungs
in my thoracic cavity,
a heart that pumps fluid
at 2.13 psig,
eyes that guide fingers
with forks to my mouth,
and feet that parked me
in front of the food
in the first place…
…So I started popping
one of your lungs—with that fork—
so I could help you breath,
clamping arteries
and ventricles, poking out
an eye and cutting off
your feet, but
that’s a lot of work
breathing, pumping,
seeing and walking
for two.
You know what,
I’m gonna go try the dip.
Mar 25, 2011
Mar 25, 2011 at 4:55 PM UTC
I don’t need you,
last time I checked,
there were two lungs
in my thoracic cavity,
a heart that pumps fluid
at 2.13 psig,
eyes that guide fingers
with forks to my mouth,
and feet that parked me
in front of the food
in the first place…
…So I started popping
one of your lungs—with that fork—
so I could help you breath,
clamping arteries
and ventricles, poking out
an eye and cutting off
your feet, but
that’s a lot of work
breathing, pumping,
seeing and walking
for two.
You know what,
I’m gonna go try the dip.
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