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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...

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