Tight Squeeze Whats That Breeze
Like to here a story, about the rabbit hole today
If claustrophobic, I’d advise please stay away
Still following, final warning just go back home
That’s better, finally I’ll holler down here alone.
Got an mri scan, and the tunnel was pretty grim
One of the old models, needed to ramrod me in
Ear plugs at the ready, the tube of nonexistence
Hammering starts up, mind numbing persistence.
Cannot move my arms, wedged along the sides,
Oh for love of god, I’ve gone and opened my eyes
Trying to look back out, but cannot move my face
Headfirst in a snakes oesophagus, totally encased.
Overwhelmed in panic, try to squeeze the alarm
Nothing happens is it broke, I’m being embalmed
Hopelessly wriggling, start to scream and shout
Machine knocks off, finally get dragged back out.
Gasping for air, thoroughly drenched in sweat
Operator informs me, scan didn’t take, we regret
Too much movement, monitor shows fuzzy space
Have to start again, my mouths hanging agape.
Got to be joking, already been mummified in tape
Ask for the restroom, then make good my escape
Running down a corridor, everyone’s pointing fun
What’s your problem, gowns open, big hairy bum.
By
David Kavanagh
Bum English = ones derrière
Copyright © David Kavanagh | Year Posted 2020
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