I'm out of tune
my strings are broke
my back is cracked
and crooked spine
a karaoke crime
followed by cardiac arrest
an awful pain, deep in my chest.
I choose to breath
through punctured lung.
Past my nose, I see my tongue
Past my woes, I remember I'm young.
Past my clothes and arn't
The showers heat, it warms my feet,
no need for tone, I fall asleep.
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Weird- in a good way
It's really cool, don't delete it! It may not make too much sense, but it works somehow. Tongue is the correct spelling for your "tung", unless you wanted it like that to match lung.

