Your gifts to me were endless
prodigiously stupendous
but alas, my dear,
I lust, I fear
for something more tremendous.
That sliver of your liver?
Made me quiver when delivered
and...those bits of butt
devoid of nuts?
NOT the best part of the giver.
You've drained your brain.
(Call me insane
for wanting more than gristle).
Still I prefer a manly vein -
subclavian to distal.
Vessels show you really care
to move that pulsing love you share
(unlike your large intestine
so obviously destined
for moving nothing but hot air).
Your hearts gone out to someone else
quite broken and impaired
but what the heck,
you got a check,
so how can that compare
to what we’ve pieced together
from bits of cold behind
but now I ask
just one more task
in hopes you will not mind.
My heartless, gutless, short love,
I hunger to adore ya'.
So stiff your gift --
Let's clip off its
blue ribbon of aorta.
Gold trophy winner
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