taking care of my soul

have to screw it down tightly lately being often lighter than air it tends to float it gets stuck somewhere maybe in tree limbs or under a parked car on a rainy day then again it often feels like a 100 pounds of suet a drag to carry around so daily i screw it if its floats or lift it up on a hoist to drain off all the kind of bull crap any soul can pick up when it rolls around in the mud like a flop-eared hound dog i tell it that it is most certainly real however unfortunately i am not being only a deranged figment of its imagination and that i am sorry about all the screwing lifting draining and dragging then it rests for a while with a smile on my face