(Inspired by “The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian)
I’ve got a metaphorical boner,
But not the kind I’d get in my pants.
It’s the sweet, solid exultation
That makes me sing, laugh and dance.
I’ve got a metaphorical boner,
But it isn’t the sexual kind.
It’s gratitude and celebration
That pops from my smile and mind.
I’ve got a metaphorical boner,
‘Cause I’m full of joy, through and through,
And it doesn’t matter who you are.
You can get one of these too.