Stomach Pain And Misery

Stomach pain and misery
stabbing me with demonic pokers
Dancing 'round my bed all night
the evil little jokers!

Stomach pain and misery
giggling at my lost affairs
See them tap-dance on the stairs
to torture me, the little impy gits!

Can I find a clue to why?
Point to this day, that hour?
Can I spot the mortal sin,
the gypsy's curse,
the hex or broken lover's whim?

I'm sorry Santa!
Sorry Jesus!
Please save me, is there anybody
on the end of this phone?

No, just me
and stomach pain, and misery.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.