Self-Destruction

What shall I make of myself?
A bell, said the belly.
A nave, said the navel.
A temple, said the temples.
A bra, said the brain.
Art, said the arteries.
A kid, said the kidney.
A fin, said the fingers.
A ski, said the skin.
A fee, said the feet.
A pen, said the penis.
A test, said the testicles.
A tong, said the tongue.
A cart, said the cartilage.
Are you kidding me?
No, said the nose.
Spin, said the spine.
Live, said the liver.
Hear, said the heart.

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Dave Bonta (bio) crowd-sources his problems by following his gut, which he shares with 100 trillion of his closest microbial friends — a close-knit, symbiotic community comprising several thousand species of bacteria, fungi, and protozoa. In a similarly collaborative fashion, all of Dave’s writing is available for reuse and creative remix under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 United States License. For attribution in printed material, his name (Dave Bonta) will suffice, but for web use, please link back to the original. Contact him for permission to waive the “share alike” provision (e.g. for use in a conventionally copyrighted work).

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