—— Pain Game ——

Ringing ears, aching legs,

the least of my disease.

Night sweats, tomorrow frets,

all bets are off.

Puppet master twists the chords

and peace is lost for a time.

Nothing to do, nothing to say,

just move along as usual.

Aching head, burning teeth,

jaw that won’t stay straight.

Eyes that burn, neck won’t turn,

must be something I ate!

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