Inside Your Ear
I’d like to crawl inside your ear,
Through those prickly hairs I’d peer.
Into a cave made of yellow wax,
I’d find a place to sit and relax.
In that den I’d make my home,
Somewhere you and I could bone.
But before you come inside your ear,
I’d like to lean back and have a cold beer.
I’d spend my days listening to your rumbling body,
From the inside out I’d start a campaign, I’d lobby,
For all the things you couldn’t hear yourself needing,
On your insecurities and your fears I’d start feeding.
Then one day I’d wake up and hear no more chatter,
Your organs had quieted because nothing was the matter.
With a job well done, I’d leave that empty cave to find a wet and warm place,
Somewhere I could bathe -like between your legs- until I found a new face.
