Wax on, wax off

 The ear wax consultant fell in love

With a rubber glove

They met in the Ear canal

Upon An aural gondola floating the ear drum

beat loud with her hearts rhythm

thurum, thurum

Until she did succumb

To the wax monster

The slug

 of

Candle plug

She lit the wick

To his dick

And blew it all apart

In a discharge

I was taken off the patient list

I'd overstepped the mark

Ejaculation according to suction

The hum of the speculum

The line was drawn in the sand

But from space it looked like a giant ear

Perhaps the Mayans had ear wax removal too

And knew it to be a

transcendental experience

From ear on ear

 I've gone stone deaf

My ear is cold meth

A frozen breath

On a winter morning

I'm a little late borning

The lambs hate fawning

It's a little trait warning

In a sky of blue

Coinciding with my new smoking

It's a box to put a joke in

And forget about until it

Surprises you later

Give it up now

Have you gone deaf to 

Your own common sense?

Inner voice