What My Liver Thinks
My Liver is disappointed
that I did not fully explore our college years and
Is furious at my current
choice in malt liquor.
She could just spit because
I’m making her work so hard in our golden years.
(Can you say
mid-life-crisis?)
My Liver thinks I’m
ridiculous, redundant and lacks self-control.
Let’s call my Liver
Gladys and she is iron deficient and bitchy.
She thinks my right
kidney is a dick and our stomach is out to get us.
Gladys would rather be a
gallbladder and is resentful towards our diaphragm because she would
Prefer not be touched.
My Liver has delusions
of body domination.
She sends bile up my
throat just because she can and is extremely vain.
My Liver wants me to go
to Sunday Mass and vote republican.
She prefers the poison
to the booze.
Gladys is disgusted by
pee.
My Liver knows I can
kick her ass and hates me.
What Mike’s Liver Thinks
Mike’s Liver is so
fucking pissed off that Mike thinks the herbal remedies he takes, as a peace
offering, does any good.
Mike’s Liver, however;
does appreciate Mike's sense of humor and Jena Se qua.
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