Haven’t written for(n))ever
been a coward.
Here’s an excuse.
Same as before.
Pain. Pain. Pain.
Pain. Pain. Pain!
Told you before. Told you again.
Same old, same old.
Number the times I’ve told you?
Number the times I’ve bored you.
(Was right-hand before it felled me),
its fore-finger pointing
an other way,
Like the amblyopian infant I was,
Freak of nature.
Who loves you, baby?
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My doctor, Dr. Hoh, (she says “Say my name quickly three times in succession and call me Christmas morning”) says my pain will get better as time goes by. I’m 71 years old today. Do the math!!