Jiffeelube Colonic

Stomach growling harsh, scowling at me to feed... Emaciating myself toward Emancipation, A hunger strike of wills, (if I bite off more than I can chew who would pay the bills?) Lungs Rasp & hoarse Exhale phlem and spittle coarse, Reap no rewards of wafted entrails released to buckets, barf bags and pails... throat like a file eyes on fire, ears pop and I drop this golden gun for hire... to breathe an impulse through my tubes like a heart colonic Jiffeelube !! Pour my oil on the soil and refill my fuel anew, jumpstart me in the right direction I know just what I'd do: A dragrace with the enemy A final sprint to truth, of revving engines purring souls and knuckles white, uncouth One last attempt to reach what's kept inside each joyous smile, beyond the fraud (vociferous hog: You Beast of greed and gile) I Will to win with this engine to fill my soul with life, to cross the line to drink new wine and break bread again, my wife...