my navel...?
what a navel indeed,
consumed by corruption
consumed by its greed.
it steels all my lint
and hides it away
inside it's own pouch
and there it shall stay
but that is my navel,
and now you can see,
why I hate my navel
and my navel hates me
a true man know when to admit he is wrong to a woman even though he is right, :)