I Named My Hemorrhoid After you
By Sharon
I’m writing now to tell you that I named my hemorrhoid after you It’s a symbol of what you are And it’s the least that I could do You never let me sit in peace You always seemed in need Of something to drink or Something to eat or read I’d smile as I brought it to you Did you thank me? No not at all I was merely the servant then Not Cinderella at her ball You laughed when I stumbled Never holding out your hand Never offering to steady me When I haltingly tried to stand I cried because I wasn’t worthy If I was you’d be nicer I thought How was I to know that you Were just the way you were taught Your mother and your father Formed the meanness in your heart But you, hemorrhoid of mine Put a finish to their start The last time you made me cry I looked up from humiliation tears And wondered why I’d given you So many of my best years No longer did I need you to be The gauge of my existence I discovered that I could only Tolerate you from a distance And so I left that day, smiling No twinge in heart or mind No regret at the pain I caused To the pain in my behind. Written February 14th, 2002 © on Feb 14 2002 10:19 AM PST 0 • 10
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