Time to tile a tinge.

I lived 2 whole years in the pit of my stomach,
3 months in a pond
And a week in the nest of a eagle
Eating throaty worms and insects half-digested.
I once spent a day in the hospital
On the sheets of a sterile bed
With tubes and catheters
Needles and drugs of rainbowed colors.
I liked the nest the best
It was warmer than the rest.
But I’ve lived everywhere a man can live,
In the hive of a bee, just we
The two of us alone for about a week
And a half while I fled from the children I spew.
In a boat off the coast
Of some Tahitian dream
In the middle of the water
But with land just out of sight,
I like the pond much better.
It was warmer and I was used to the comforts.
I lived in a tin can as I threw it
And I lived in the crush on the side when it bent.
I’ve been to the pyramids, lived a day there,
But I got too much sand in my perineum band
So I went to spend time with the eagles.
I lived 2 months alone on the top of a mountain
With a sheep hide beside me
And yaks on my back.
I spent years in the streets of Canadian cities
And lost many a morning to the coldness of dope
But I loved it so much because my bald headed mother
Taught me how to free base after feeding me worms.
I spent an hour and 3 minutes is the desert of Saud
And found me a home in the dunes after one
But by one and a half I was sweating profusely
So loosely I strolled to the tower of thought.
In Babel my mother of Mesopotamia found me
And fed me the worms of the immaculate cities
And I found myself nestled by the breast of my nest.
In France I cajoled a small girl to be vampant
And let my big dong run her abdomen rampant
And came on her belly but she didn’t mind.
I lived for four and 16th days in Minsk
Went ice skating for a while but I found the rink
To be fetid and dry, in need of strong drink.
I like the u.s., they have beautiful women
But how much poonany can one man attain
When in Philly an hour I could only remain.
I lived in a soap box once for 3 years
In a town on the edge of the Faldstad Fjord
Overlooking a torrent of petulant waves
And I got so sick of the scent of Irish spring.
I haven’t sat still but for 2 minutes deftly appearing ahaze
As I travel at speeds that cause seminal haze.