Not exactly me,
But to tell the truth
Things are usually where they need to be,
I juggle 6 position constructs
With ease, in my job,
But at the end of my shift, the OCD’s might say
Dude, you really are a slob.
That’s not it really
My folks, are still breathing and living,
When Natasha argued that she just had to bathe her man
Well, Cardiogenic Shock, is not always so forgiving,
She had to wrap him up later
And send him to the morgue.
In this case
Not the Capital of Luxembourg.
Surely, in my own way,
Don’t bug me about it, Bluto
At least my patient’s will see the light of day.