Not like left foot,
No material for a script,
Feels funky inside,
Like night before took a notion,
Evicted all wax,
Feels empty within,
When I wink feels like scrunched up wax paper,
Is that a thing?
Is now for my left ear,
Boy howdy I need hot tea,
Bye for now,
Val in Quasqueton,Iowa,
And my left ear.
I put utter balm in it will heal now,
I’m sure.