Thursday, 2 February 2012

Poetry - Three Eyes

My brother’s had three eye transplants

And none of them took

Now he just has a dry socket

Empty and deep staring right at you

That’s his good eye

The other eye’s sewed up

He don’t hear so good neither

On account of the hunting accident

That blowed his right ear off

It was a miracle he lived through that

And the Korean war

Where he lost his nose and sense of taste

In a freak accident

That’s all I gotta say

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