Guts!

Guts, Guts, Guts! That’s what it’s all about.

That took guts, hit me right in the gut, I gotta trust my gut

My guts get tired though, they get all tied up in knots,

They want me to scream til they come out.

What’s holding them all together?

The center of my being, the guttural pull

To listen intently when something doesn’t feel right

To swallow my fears down my gullet

And not spill all my guts out.

How do I hold this all in?

To stomach this world, you need a funnel

Otherwise, it won’t go down.

You gotta use your instincts so your

Insides don’t betray you.

I need to throw up.