Pain

14 Nov 2002

Pain comes in many flavors,

Different colors, shapes and savors,

Pureed, chunked, canned and kibbled,

Dry, moist, with gravy dribbled.

It’s served for breakfast, lunch and tea;

Too damned often, if you ask me,

But nobody does. They just fill the plate

And serve up more when that is ate.

It dazzles the eye, this vast array

Of misery served up every day.

Once in a while I’d like a break;

I’d like a baked potato and steak!