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Exhaustion and pain
are daily refrain
A chorus morose
of wracked body brain
There’s no escaping
the walls of my cell
for they’re composed of
DNA know well

No well, not Christmas,
no babe in manger,
excrutiation
with no sign of cure
Not sure if it’s pain
causing lack of sleep
or if it’s fatigue
that makes pain’s stabs deep

Cycle that’s vicious
a cycle sans end,
when’s Second Coming?
Need flesh born again
Rapturous glories
like tying a shoe
start by bend over
like I used to do

Ben Dover’s laughing,
man’s callous and cruel,
bend’s been replaced by
a bent body, fool
Grimace as spasm
damned Hamburglar
steals more than pommes frites
my life’s just endured

Slow, inefficient
inept muddler
fear I’m the pony
with pain as my spur
Spurs me to whinny
and spurs me to flinch
pain falls and rises
but’s ever present

Just no escaping
the walls of my cell
for they’re composed of
DNA know well
Morning and evening,
seven-twenty-four
that’s three-sixty-five
this pain must endure