Baaaaahhhhh! yes! lets go!

the pain resides,
i can breath a little easier,
the sky seems a little overcast,
the situation seems a bit breezy,
the contestants on the game show seem uncertain,
and i seem unhinged,
my throat, bare bone dry, due to cigarette inhalation
my hands all cut up and damaged
how?
i dunno?
dirty fingernails, face without a shave in
i don't really count or know just how many days
my gut hanging way over my waist line
"the pixies dancing on my head"
glass cutting up and slashing my skin
and school children will eventually one day,
feel exactly this
dig it
dig it for what it is
donate a rib or a spine
some people don't even use theirs
so whats the deal if they don't have it?
give it to someone who needs it
someone who would bleed their veins for it
i withdraw
and stand upon the roof
drinking my orange juice,
looking down over the rolling hills,
i take my thumbs and stick them in my belt loops
and feel right at home.