Enema for the Soul

I don’t need a stomach pump,
I need a chest pump.
Trust me, you’ll see –
Pills can’t poison me

Stick the tube inside my naval,
Twist it round and shove it northward,
Clip my artery – drain me, feed me
Drain me Feed me, Drain Me Feed Me!

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