Taking Guts For Granted
by Ronald A Pavellas
TAKING GUTS FOR GRANTED
WHY I DIDN'T LEAVE THE MOUNTAIN LODGE WITH THE HIKING GROUP TODAY
I have been taking my guts for granted
I have not thought about them, in depth, for a long while
I have given them only cursory acknowledgment during some fine farting
My guts are now claiming their due
All blood and attention currently flow to my guts
My fingers and toes are icy
My large muscles are flaccid and useless
My thought are focused between my navel and, well, you know
Is it something I ate?
Is it altitude sickness?
Is it the dreaded "flu"?
No -- I am convinced my guts need this attention
And I am bound to give it to them
Nice guts, sweet guts, pretty guts
Can we please be friends?
I promise never to take you for granted again.
Hey -- the gang's returning! What's for dinner?
Claire Tappaan Lodge
Posted on 11/30/2001
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