There’s a rhythm in my chest,

beating out a tune, one of my best,

it’s the closest beat to me, it keeps me alive,

(even when I’ve never took it for a test drive).

 

I was a born with a heart,

not just to drive me to Walmart,

(even when the reckless drivers

have made numerous people heart attack survivors).

 

Frankenstein didn’t have a heart,

(someone probably had to give him a kick start),

but I do, and I don’t know what I’d do without it,

I’ll have to admit.

 

My heart is my closest beat,

and it didn’t come with an iTunes receipt,

so there’s really no downside,

to having a heart. Unsatisfied?