Flat Foot

When you ran over my foot with your tractor-trailer,
I started cussing just like a sailor.
I cried and cried because I'm a wimp.
My foot had to be amputated and now I walk like a chimp.
People point and laugh at me and it cuts like a sword.
You mashed my foot so flat that it looked like an ironing board.

by Randy Johnson

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