New Lungs
Dear God, I’m inquiring,
About the warranty on my lungs,
They’ve gotten a little worn out,
From all 39 years of use,
They share infections ,
With their body part friends,
My chest hurts ,
From its rebellion,
Dear God, can I have a transplant?
The old ones aren’t happy at all
My tonsils moved out with my thyroid glands,
There’s not much left in here you know,
I know where you are,
Air is overated,
But down here
It’s sort of necessary!
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