by Gilly Wigley
Too many people I care about have crippling shit diseases,
the kinds that cause all sorts of pain, debilitating as it pleases.
If only these shit med conditions would show a bit of care,
allowing them at least enough relief to brush their hair.
Or better yet enough to let them out of bed each day,
and not feel like they are stuck in bed wasting their life away.
These friends of mine are right swell cats who love to use their hands
to show their skills cutting your hair, or playing in rock bands.
If these conditions ever should come cross their paths with me
I’ll punch them in the gut, and kick them swiftly in the knees.
Then maybe they could see what it is like to be in pain,
and think twice before they ever think to cause them pain again.
Author's Note: A dinky/cheesy little poem that just popped into my head. Had to get it out of my system. Fairly self explanatory, I think.
Posted on 08/04/2014
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