A denile, a denile, adenile, adenile....ahhhhhhh

I got the drain, an ostomy bag for the leakage, another horse another leader at the Preakness. So if you stripped from your soul, lets say maybe the white of your bones; perhaps bleached the color and set him up, your skeleton, your bones, as a mock up for them? Would you believe that you had a spine? A backbone? Some ribs to bare the brunt of the boot? Exhale. Role face first finding fistfuls of grassland ground. Maybe a task another for the list to sort through and figure if maybe you existed in your collegiate form you'd stand up and rattle the cage. Maybe the bars are rusted and your smallest kick.............