This Is Poetry

I'm the flesh man.

The crazy flesh man.

I live behind the tool shed.

I'm the flesh man.

The crazy flesh man.

I got fleshy arms.

I got fleshy legs.

I'm the flesh man.

The crazy flesh man.

Don't come near my with scissors 'cuz you might cut my flesh.

Flesh man.

Flesh man.

Flesh man.

The crazy flesh man.

I've got so much flesh.

Make a wallet out of my breasts.

I'm the flesh man.