Like a monk in a monastery, life stripped to my basics
Yes, I can keep my clothes on but all physical activity
Gone! No sex! No lifting, no blowing my nose or even
Sneezing or coughing! Nothing at all to sneeze about!
No hand jobs or anything and being careful not to push
Hard to get my stool sample out! No lifting more than
5 pounds, so calm and easy, no stress, I will blossom as
A result, and if I fuck up this will all be for naught as my
Thin membrane on the outer edge of my eye ball will
Burst and that damage done is irreversible, no way to
Reverse it. My retina surgeon had scared the shit out
Of me and I had to not push hard or at all to release
That shit as it could have made this time all a waste!
Play on words and images here, I have time to write
To think to organize, to gather all my shit together
And ponder the line by the Beatles in “ I am the
Walrus “, the walrus is Tony, “ everybody’s fucked up”!
So as I have my face down to the ground I will contem-
Plate my life now and make this so positive that I will
Have to frequently splash off to pee and look up & out!
I am smiling now all the way to the bank, I am happy!
So go figure, go conjure, go forth mighty warriors! Be!
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