Like the contents of a cooler
My thorax is styrofoamI'm a cheap spent shell
And a biohazard
Grind me up then mail me awayMaybe transmogrified
I'll be satisfied
That finally at long last i'm harmlessIt is simply so
It's my chemical makeup
I slough it off every 28 days
So raise your hand
And ask yourself a question
But make it the powerful oneAnd if you answer by rote
And pap comes from your throat
Just tidy up and think of me in piecesYeah, the lousy poet in me can't lie no more
And the warrior in me
Has gone and died before
And that hard, handsome olympian
Was forced to retire
So dig out the films
And all those yellowed clippings
Do them up then stash them for goodThen raise your hand
And ask yourself a question
But make it the powerful one
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