A hernia lies above in my belly.
Yet I continue the act of "making the smelly".
I will rue the day when my diaphragm buckles.
And leaves me gripping the handicap bar with fully white knuckles.
I consider myself fortunate I still can expunge.
'Cause when I can no longer, for the antacid will I lunge.
Narration coming soon
Narration coming soon for this voice