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I woke up this morning, something felt strange,
A burning sensation, like a goddamn mange.
I pulled up my shirt, what the hell did I see?
A map of fucking Mars carved inside of me!
It’s not a tattoo, it’s not some rash,
Just a portal to chaos in my bellybutton stash.

The scars in my bellybutton, they tell no lies,
A roadmap to hell under midriff skies.
Every line, every curve, a fucked-up tale,
Of drunken nights and a surgeon’s fail!

Back in ‘09, tequila hit hard,
Woke up in Tijuana with a medical card.
The doc said, "Relax, it’s just routine,"
But now my navel looks like a crime scene.
There’s a scar from a taco fight I don’t recall,
And one shaped like a dick—why’s it so small?!

The scars in my bellybutton, a horror show,
Each line’s a chapter I don’t wanna know.
They’re not just scars; they’re a living meme,
A fucked-up Picasso of my self-esteem.

Once, I met a girl who was into my scars,
She said, "Your navel looks like a map to Mars!"
She traced the lines with a finger so light,
Then she laughed her ass off all goddamn night.
Now every Tinder date turns into a roast,
My bellybutton’s the butt of every joke I host.

One scar’s from a knife fight with a raccoon,
Another from a dare involving a harpoon.
A burn mark shaped like a fucking racetrack,
From a failed hibachi night that went off-track.
There’s a line from a zipper and a bite from a dog,
And a weird-ass lump that’s shaped like a frog.

The scars in my bellybutton, a living curse,
A cluster of chaos, it could’ve been worse.
But fuck me sideways, it’s hard to explain,
Why my midriff’s a canvas of pure pain.

Last week, I saw a scar start to glow,
Turns out it’s a beacon—aliens know!
They landed in my yard, said, "What the fuck?"
They probed my navel, then wished me luck.
Now it’s not just scars, it’s intergalactic,
My bellybutton’s a goddamn sci-fi tactic!

The scars in my bellybutton, a cosmic event,
Proof the universe is twisted and bent.
It’s not just flesh; it’s a saga of dread,
My bellybutton scars are fucking widespread.

So here’s to the scars, the stories they hold,
A tapestry of chaos, both epic and bold.
Next time you see me and ask what’s the deal,
I’ll lift my shirt and let you feel.
But don’t get too close, don’t linger too long,
These scars in my bellybutton?
They’ll sing their own song!