Over the
past few weeks I’ve had a few falls
Bruised my
ribs and missed some close calls;
Hit my head
on the floor, blood all over the place
Which left quite
a livid scar at the top of my face.
Sadly, I
wake up to pee around six times a night
But instead
of returning to bed I switch on the light
And sit on
the bedside to allow the pain to ooze
At which
time I find myself starting to snooze.
It’s fine
if in nod off and fall towards the wall
As there
lie my pillows which then break my fall;
If I doze
and fall backwards it’s onto my sack
Where I’m rudely
awaked with a pain in the back.
However,
when I drop off, literally, towards the right
The floor is
the next stop on my short nocturnal flight;
Battered, braised
and dazed I wonder: “What the fuck?”
How can one
person be blessed with so much luck?
My problem you
see, is a neurogenic bladder
A condition
I can assure you that I would be gladder
To see the
back of right now, before it’s too late
And I’m going steady with death as my date.
And I’m going steady with death as my date.
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