Sunday, August 5, 2012

Gumbo

There's a pot on the stove cooking
I am fairly scared of looking
I passed out last night
I had a drink and a great fright
And I woke up here bound tight
I feel kinda week and my limbs are all numb
a glance around the room leaves me feeling glum
I see a saw and my thumb
Euphoria is setting in
I look down and seem to be missing my shin
An out of body experience this is surely  been
As I look from above and hear a fizz
The shin is in the pot and the hand is in the pan
My eye is hung above so I can watch the unraveling plan
There is a knife in the fire that's curbed my escaping desire
I'm looking at the saw and I silently pass out from it all

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