Kool Legged
Buzz Osborne
The river where your legs meet sprouts wings
And runs and crawls and kicks and now speaks
The feelings I get now are close
But I doubt they could ever compete
I remember drinking Kool-Aid
Its odor and its taste and drinking 7-Up to get well
A picture of Jesus and an Indian over my bed
And playing with parts of myself
And now you're so forgiving