my body's a ball of compressed bone
my legs don't stretch
my neck is bent like a coat hanger
my back is bent
like a neck
and the dregs of guinness in my room
smell like marmite
thick slow brown sludge
Wonderfully evocative language.
Not sure whether you meant to mark this as explicit, but regardless, it is fantastic. On a related note, I would love a Guinness about now.