Kneeknocker
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"Get outta my head," she said,
"Your fingers are far too deep.
My legs and cerebellum ache,
Yet you keep me on my feet.
Why should I keep standing here,
My bowels full to spill?
If my spleen gets any looser, I just
Know I'll have to kill.
Could I tear your liver from your ribs
To prove that what you say
Isn't what you're thinking?
The queen of hearts is played.
Your sweet tooth licks a lollipop
To satisfy its urge
Your fingers pick a happy tune
Your ears pick out a dirge
When we're looking at the road ahead
And at the road behind,
Do my corneas deceive me?
Have I, this whole time, been blind?
Now, if you must always be alone,
Go live your private life,
And quit messing with my mind.
Get on with your life," she said,
"I guess you don't belong.
There's just too much between us, dear,
And everywhere is wrong.
Your knees were made for traveling,
Your thumbs for gaining clout.
I suppose you'll have no trouble
Though that knocking gives me doubt.
Your tongue: it wags, your wasted words
Fall on the mossy ground.
Roll that stone and bury them
So they cannot be found.
Would you snap just like a tendon?
Would you rot just like a toe?
Would you keep your feet upon the ground?
You're still content to float.
When we're looking at the road ahead
And at the road behind,
Do my corneas deceive me?
Have I, this whole time, been blind?
Now, if you must always be alone,
Go live your private life,
And quit messing with my mind."