V1:
Something gross inside the marrow
Sunken deep at the bottom of a barrel.
I don’t wanna know what lies beneath the rot
Feeling gummy and numb as my skin gets hot.
I wish I was you, or him, or had her big mouth-
But this MRI is revealing things I’d rather live without…
(MRI machine scanning, beeping, clanging)
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S: Banging on Helium
V1:
Knock knock on the woodshed’s door,
Trying to hit the balloon before it falls to the floor.
Helium lungs filled up with foam
That kid’s a clown, sitting in a bathtub alone.
Get ‘em a toy, maybe a kite in flight
Raise your palms up high if you’ve seen the light! (Johnny Cash’s I Saw the Light plays concurrently)
But have no fear, dear, don’t give in to fright-
Because when you’re banging on helium, you feel just right…
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S: Allergic Reaction
V1:
Some Digitalis for my heart, please.
Soreness as I get on my knees.
I pray you- an epinephrine, a reprieve,
Because I cannot stand the way you tease.
Double vision, concussion, total sensual abduction,
Put me out of my misery and hang me out to dry.
Although I fear nothing except God,
You have put the fear of God in me.
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