I’ve been thinking a lot lately
About my spleen
And how poorly I know it
Like a relative who’s name you might know
But who’s exact relation to you is a complete mystery
I have nothing against my spleen
On the contrary!
I think it is a fine organ
Doing whatever it is it does
Wherever it might happen to be
I have used the term “vent my spleen” before
But have no idea what it means
It must be a metaphor of some sort
But when I try to picture it
I am rather disgusted
And it takes a while
For the image of a big aluminum tube sticking out of my body
To go away