Take It Easy On My Heart

(From the Mystery Fax Machine Orchestra epee Thank-You For Not Discussing The Outside World)

Take it easy on my heart; it’s all I’ve got.
Woe be me should it begin to clot.
I know that you’re in love,
But still you’re playing awful rough.
Take it easy on my heart; it’s all I’ve got.

Two each only of atrium and ventricle
To pump the plasmic juices through.
I need three hearts which are identical,
Like octopuses do.

I’d ask Christiaan Bernard: “might this
Strange feeling when you’re with me-ah,
Be some odd form of myocarditis
Mixed with cardiac arrhythmia?”

Now, I’m not the sorta
guy who’ll usually complain,
But you’re putting my aorta
Under a lot of strain.
And when you only have a
single heart to begin…
Well, I dread my vena cava
Suddenly packing in.

The pumping sounds out through my chest,
Like some middle-distant drumming heard.
All my clogged-up blood vessels are stressed
And my heart-rate’s like a humming birds.

Take it easy on my heart; it’s all I’ve got.
Woe be me should it begin to clot.
I know that you’re in love,
But still you’re playing awful rough.
So please go gentle on my ticker;
The left ventricle wall’s much thicker.
Take it easy on my heart; it’s all I’ve got.