I pulled out my spine through a hole in my neck
I swung it around and it caused a car wreck
It smashed through the windshield of one hapless man
Who was driving from here to the end of Japan
The spine hit his face and he veered off the track
His car spun around like a whirlpool of black
I ran to the scene and I called 9-1-1
But quickly I saw that the damage was done
The man was concussed; the wreck rattled his brain
He was babbling and giggling like someone insane
I told him, “I’m sorry! The fault is all mine!
I was just playing cowboy with my torn-out spine!”
And soon after I said this, we crumpled and died
We both felt relieved. Neither one of us cried.
