are you ever in there with a hammer
tapping on my rib cage as if
you want to make a hum drum
right where I can feel it how big
is that little hammer anyway
does it have a silver head Boss
does it spark against my ribs
I know they're made of iron
I've got a heap of horseshoes
nested in my chest like heavy birds
Boss you make them sing you tap
away is one arm bigger than the other
from all that hammering you do
I wonder if you're knocking for
a reason are you just fooling Boss
or have you found a little door
O if it's really you I wish
you'd whistle through the keyhole Boss
I wish you'd lift my little latch
-m.m.
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