Care For a Massage

I get paid driving a farm tractor
with sideline job as chiropractor.
I massage, soothe muscular pains,
move circulation through your veins.

Never trained in orthopedics.
But I've got skills of the medics.
Strained tendons, twisted ligaments,
just suit yourselves, my compliments.

I rub and press, even squeeze
your bodies, limbs and extremities.
Be yours the size of whales or eels,
your ills, your aches this masseur heals.

My fingers know topography
and the contours of your body.
Got skills of a land surveyor
from long driving a farm tractor!

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Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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