Emptied in a giant tub
You get ready to clean and scrub
It always takes more than a rub
I looked at chitlins (chitterlings) that way

But now they come in frozen packs
They all are cleaned and put in stacks
I place them in a grocery sack
Unwanted ones I put back

I looked at chitlins from both sides now
The pre washed clean reveals somehow
It’s chitlins illusions I recall
I really don’t know chitlins at all

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Sharp pains right here in my chest
brought on by cardiac arrest.
Falling down and lying there
not breathing any air.
CPR to revive me.
Then on to bypass surgery.
Intensive Care and then some rest
for my recovery.
I've looked at Death from both sides now;
been there and back and still some how
it's Death's illusions I recall
I really don't know Death at all.

Floppy feet and rainbow hair,
Confetti flying through the air,
And seltzer bottles everywhere--
I've looked at clowns that way...
But now they only wreck my fun,
They throw cream pies at everyone--
So many times I'd turn and run,
But clowns got in my way...
I've looked at clowns from both sides now,
In tiny cars, and still somehow
It's clowns on trikes that I recall;
I really don't know clowns...at all.