Adolescent humor; I excel in it. Gross, unpalatable and just plain funny.


You Can't Beat It, If You Eat It

You may recall a story
Written by a fool,
The author claimed delight
At the sight of charcoal stool,
He held it in his lap
And kept some in his purse,
It's a stress related symptom
Of the so-called, burnt out nurse.

Now me, I've got an appetite
For purulent secretions,
I love to suck the fibers
Of abdominal adhesions,
And savor every bleb
From tubercle cavitations,
For dessert I crave the filaments
From the cardiac ablations.

To get along in life today
Is not an easy feat,
But I've always been the happiest
In a job, where I can eat.

Fibril_late; 9/94