If My Body Were a Game of Operation

 

Racing Thoughts – Remove the race car from my mind and give a motherfucker a rest

 

Too-Small Skull – Try and grasp the bone and force it through a passage that is designed for you to fail

 

Fawn Response Throat – Please, take it. I’d rather fight anyways

 

Broken Humerous – Remove the hilarity I built when I was eight

 

Backbone – You can’t have it. I grew it myself. 

 

Perfect Cervix – According to my gynecologist. It’s only weird if you want it to be. 

 

Dumptruck Ass – Grab a hold. Throw it back. 

 

Eject Button Knees – Give up whenever you want to, my knees do. 

 

Snap, Crackle, and Pop Ankles – Take away the cereal so I don’t have to hear it anymore.

 

Pointed Toes – Sometimes curled, thats more fun. 

 

Play along and build dexterity, all you have to do is take me apart and put me back together again.