Inevitable Indignity
No-one ever tells me Yes –
I’m constantly Perhapsed
My sinuses are in a mess
My arches have collapsed
The widget in my bladder’s broke
My nostril is on fire
My perineum’s up in smoke
My conscience is a liar
My tinnitus plays seven bells
Some vertebrae are missing
Inside my elbow something smells
I’m no damn good at pissing
And now you say the colour grey
Belongs to yesteryear?
If I could cheer, I’d try ‘Hooray’
But I’m beyond a cure
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