Goofy Poetry

Gut Music

I got a knee-jerk in my gut now
That’s tapping like an old shoe in shallow mud.
It growls at me as if alive at times,
Though it smells quite dead—
A constantly talkin’ torso filled with air!

Oh I got the crap-my-pants blues, baby,
And I’m running out of friends!
I got a comic bathroom disease, baby,
That could play you a tune if you please
Cause my accordian stays full of air!

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