sorry about your curse
a miserable burden to bear and pain in the ***
know you can't stop the blood-letting and warring pains
regular timely unstoppable the constant drabs and drips to paper
but its your curse and you've gotta do what you've gotta do
your need for distraction and relief is quite evident and understood
yet its winds you up like a red rag to a bull and you the busy matador
what a curse bestowed for blood-letting is such an onerous act
and the bleeding blue-blood do not seem to care
that you're innocent yet suffer a curse
the red of the reds languishing
in ground hog days
opposing peace
just a mean
wet drip
in pain