You have a gut, listen to it
And listen to it straight
It will steer you in the right direction
Don’t weight upon the garden gate
Our guts are made of everything
Everything we’ve seen
They have taken in our environment
Stuffing in between
Folds and folds of cells
Working through all they’ve been
Processing and producing
What you could call obscene
Guts tell you when you’re happy
They tell you if somethings wrong
Just when you think all is well
They can start up a little song
Persuading against the gut myself
Has left me rather sick
Now my advice to others is
Listen to your guts and listen quick
End.
By Samantha Harris unextraordinarybint
