One day I fear I'll lose my hands,
They will turn into long, slimy strands.
With suction cups on each end,
They will spin and spiral, bounce and bend.
I can forget about using a phone,
flying a drone, putting clothes on alone.
Forget about sewing, mowing and towing,
For heaven's sake-my hands keep growing!
I look down in fear to see each finger become identical,
for each one has become a tentacle!
My Hands Will Turn Into Tentacles
A Bird Will Poop On My Head
I cower under trees
I cower when there's breeze
I cower under phone lines
I cower under banisters, barn roofs, and vines
I cower in parking garages and under signs
I cower when I hear them come a flapping,
the birds are out and they are crapping!
I was once served mystery meat,
They told me I was meant to eat,
Clearly I could see,
Chicken never tastes this sweet!
Lumps under the skin
I feel a bump on my skin
It's probably a bug bite, right?
Or is it a lump under my skin?
It's probably just my organs pulled tight?
Do I have mumps under my skin?
It's probably just because I didn't sleep last night?
Am I just plump under my skin?
It's probably just the way it looks in the light?
Do I have a hump under my skin?
Maybe it's my eyesight?
I really hope it's just a bump on my skin...
I think I'm sinking?
Am I blinking?
My feet feel stuck