My poetry flows like water down a stream
especially when I wake up to one of these violent dreams
they seem so damn real to me but I cannot help dreaming about my disease
I have Churg Strauss on the brain so they say
and these thoughts just simply won’t go away
I wish for some relief today but my joints already ache so I know I’m gonna pay!
Please oh please body give me a break
I have physical therapy today which I must take
and if I don’t my muscles will only grow weaker
digging the hole I’m currently stuck in even deeper
I dont want to be stuck in a wheelchair with on I look like a creeper
so please god if you’re out there let me be better.
I’m not asking for a cure just some relief
from this pain with which I have beef
I wish there was a way to zap the pain away
we tried that with an occipital stimulator anyways
it didn’t work too well to tell you the truth
I ended up vomiting and puking too
it wasn’t a pretty sight I tell you
as those episodes lasted late into the night, it’s true
I vomited for hours at a time, and it wasn’t pleasant
why do I always seem to get these types of ailments?
Anyway I do have hope for the future
that’s why you see me writing up a storm
I have confidence and to my parents I have sworn
that I will not give up and that I will be useful
I’ll make some money for them which will be crucial
in paying the bills I feel like I need to help out
not just sit here and chill, like a bum without any motivation
I refuse to be seen as useless and crippled by this nation!