My lungs are the grocery store.
My spleen is at a premiere.
My colon is at therapy
(he’s got digestion related fears!)
My pancreas is pool side.
My liver’s skipping school.
My ears are at a coffee shop
reading poetry to my drool!
My gall bladder is down on Main street
(He’s dry cleaning all his shirts).
My stomach is picketing 24 hours:
“I’ll only take dessert!”
My throat is out of office
(he’s learning how to drive)
which just leaves my heart and me
…..and means I’m still alive!
