Baxter Black: Fetal Eye View |

Baxter Black: Fetal Eye View

“Say, anybody got a light? It sure is dark in here

and tighter’n the skin on Polish sausage.

For nine long months I’ve trusted Mom and now she’s pulled the plug!

A pure and simple case of double crossage!

I’m not sure what I really am or even what I’m for?

To eat? Or do they plan to milluk us?

I’ve checked myself the best I could…a bull calf’s what I think,

but, heck, that might be my umbilicus!

Hey, close that door! I feel a draft, and git yer hands off me!

Nobody said I had to relocate.

The way yer pawin’ at my foot and pullin’ on my leg

you prob’ly never had a second date!

Oh, chains. That’s nice. I guess this means the honeymoon is over.

And I’d been counting on a baby shower

To celebrate my coming out, where you could lavish me

with medicated gifts so I won’t scour.

But, as it is, yer draggin’ this whole project out too long.

Yer midwife skills are lax and don’t assure me.

Well don’t stop now! Least let me git where I can turn my head!

I fell like a piece of taxidermy!

Whoa! What’s this pipe with all the hooks and evil lookin’ leavers!

You dummies plan on buildin’ you a bridge?

Wait, don’t tell me, let me guess…a fetal calf extractor

for uterine abuse and pilferage.

Oh. Way to go, now I’m hiplocked. Yer workin’ up a sweat

and smellin’ like a pair of dirty socks.

I’m swingin’ like a pendulum, my head a’hangin’ down…

Is that my breakfast there between the hocks!

Git out the way! I’m bailin’ out! Too bad we met like this

‘Cause you might be alright, at least I think…

And to show there’s no hard feelin’s, belly up here to the bag

and I’ll buy you and all yer friends a drink!”

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