Porcelain Pooetry Narrated · Shared

Intestinal Trauma

A hernia lies above in my belly.

Yet I continue the act of "making the smelly".

I will rue the day when my diaphragm buckles.

And leaves me gripping the handicap bar with fully white knuckles.

I consider myself fortunate I still can expunge.

'Cause when I can no longer, for the antacid will I lunge.

A Porcelain Pooetry narrator

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