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Flex

de Soul Coughing

You get the ankles
and I'll get the wrists.
You get the ankles
and I'll get the wrists.
You get the ankles
and I'll get the wrists.
You come down to this.

Nerves are up
and the eyes all screwy
Blood like a panful
of boiling ratatouille

My muscles in a mess
like a mess of spaghetti
Hack through the mess
with a greased-up machete

Hang from the axles of a box car
Follow the dotted line
Like a steer to Chicago
But to the hooks of the Chicago man

I get all tripped up
my eyes turn to water
rug burns from a shag rug
struck dumb in the presence
polyester burns from a jacket
rub the skin thin
break down in a diner
then I paid the bill

cashier toothpick stuck in the ground
tiny lawnmower to mow me down
I could get lost in a lunchbox
lie low in the mittens in the lost and found

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