cellomusette: (fish lips me)
f i didn't have my big toes/
i would walk a crooked path/
and if i didn't have ten fingers/
i wouldn't be no good at math/
and if i didn't have no tongue/
i couldn't tell jokes to make other people laugh/
so i'm thankful for all my body parts/
that i still have./

/

if i didn't have my kneecaps/
i couldn't kneel before the lord/
or before any of my boyfriends/
i wouldn't get no dates no more/
if i didn't have no liver/
i couldn't drink a toast to you/
then spend a week up at the Betty/
detoxing off cocaine and booze/

/
cellomusette: (Default)
I'm still really disturbed by the violent dreams I had Tuesday night. That's what inspired this friendly little poem, written this morning on the train to Waltham:

don't read this if you're easily offended. and be forewarned, like many poems out there, it sucks. )

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