2010
03.23
03.23
Stomach cramps that would render some useless
A cigarette would suffice for a few minutes
Vicodin always lasts longer
Both would be best
Tests have been done:
Not enough iron.
Blood has been spilt:
Missing an enzyme.
Psychosomatic: made up
Pulled from a dream
While I am standing up
Straight and laughing, my abdomen tears
And they say I’m making it up
I’m dying, can’t you see?
Life leaks out every time
I swallow another pill
Find me a doctor
Who cares enough
To listen to the truth
And not come up empty
I’ll die from this
One night out with friends
There will be
One last hospital trip
Leave it to death
The great equalizer
Some transverse slides
Should give us the answer