73 – Tagliatelle In My Belly

Poem number 73
Tagliatelle In My Belly
Tagliatelle in my belly
Writhing strips of wheat
Spreading round their poison
From my stomach to my feet.
Force-fed with tagliatelle
For a joke, when they’d had beers
My Crohns disease comes back to town
With blood and pain and fears.
Thanks for that, good buddies
I’m so pleased you had your fun
Now I’m going to find a gangster
And I’m going to buy a gun
See if you can giggle
When I shoot you in the knee
Bullets hurt, but so does Crohns
Tee hee hee hee hee.


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