Jiffeelube Colonic
Stomach growling
harsh,
scowling
at me to feed...
Emaciating myself
toward Emancipation,
A hunger strike of wills,
(if I bite off more than I can chew
who would pay the bills?)
Lungs Rasp & hoarse
Exhale phlem and spittle coarse,
Reap no rewards
of wafted entrails
released to buckets,
barf bags and pails...
throat like a file
eyes on fire,
ears pop
and I drop
this golden gun for hire...
to breathe an impulse
through my tubes
like a heart colonic Jiffeelube !!
Pour my oil on the soil
and refill my fuel anew,
jumpstart me in the right direction
I know just what I'd do:
A dragrace with the enemy
A final sprint to truth,
of revving engines
purring souls
and knuckles white, uncouth
One last attempt
to reach what's kept
inside each joyous smile,
beyond the fraud
(vociferous hog: You
Beast of greed and gile)
I Will
to win
with this engine
to fill my soul
with life,
to cross the line
to drink new wine
and break bread again,
my wife...
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