You thief of pleasure
Comfort-robber
You shape-shifter
Grabbing and pinching
Tensing and releasing at your whim
Deceptive enough not to hurt outright
But still wrong enough to be sure I feel you
Trying to deny me of one of the greatest pleasures
We humans can experience
You make each climb a challenge
Determined to foil my goals
Forcing my mind and body through a hundred hoops
Just to make it to the finish line
Splitting my centre of gravity
You hold me down
You cursed, rotten hole
When I go under the knife again
You’ll finally be gone for good
I’ll come out singing
On glorious top
Crying in celebration
On glorious top!
December 27, 2024
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