"Hey, God, why has my life been such a disaster?"

"Are you judging it by your failures or your achievements?"

Like a work horse,
My body feels worn.
I can’t turn the soil
Of life everyday..

I think I need to be euthanised..
Or at least hibernate
for the weekend.

Painkillers eaten like skittles..

Four varieties of woes..
My body the water,
The pills skimming
Across my Pain threshold..

Hidden disabilities,
a hide an seek of explanations.
You ill today.. sighs..
I’m Forever Sighing,
At the ignorance of others

I need a wee… wheeee!
I proclaimed with delight,
But suddenly spotted a bird in mid-flight.
Which reminded me then of my auntie's old parrot,
Who once stole a phone, then flew off to Harrogate.

That town! With its pastries, its trains, and its teas,
Which brings us to goats, and their fondness for cheese.
Oh right, the loo! Yes, that was my aim,
But I’d somehow detoured through memory lane.

There’s a cactus involved now, I’m not sure quite why,
It sat on a bench next to one Mr. Rye.
And he wore a jumper with zips down the side,
Which reminded me! trousers! (The zipped kind, not wide.)

And speaking of zippers, my own was askew,
Which reminded me... oh! I still need the loo!

"Sweetie?"

"Yes, my love."

"I can't sleep."

"Oh. Well, what can I do?"

"Nothing. I'm destined to be miserable and riddled with pain until I die,
which, hopefully, won't be too long a wait."

"Come here and give me a cuddle."

"Noooo, I need my space. I'm sweating buckets."

"What if I pop out and bring us back two Mr Whippy ice creams?"

"I'm not hungry."

"Oh, I'll be the one eating them."

"Mmmm. I like where this is going."