For Jim

Belly button lint
tell me your story
Where did you come from?
Oh! Where are you going?
I find you
lodged
in my belly.
But on the bright side I get to pick you out.
So, seriously,
how did you get there?
I pick you away
yet you always come back.
I guess we were meant to be.
Friends,
but no more
'cause frankly,
You kind of disgust me.