Purple Pain By Prints Poem by Richard Jarboe

Some people call it a boo boo,
Some call it a bruise,
But Voodoo don't make you black and blue,
Makes you wonder what's the use?

Purple pain, purple pain,
What's the point try'n to complain?
Purple pain, purple pain,
We suffer in life's daisy chain.

Yesterday I was punched in the arm,
By a good friend, who meant me no harm,
He meant well, but I could tell,
My arm puffed up and began to swell.

I stubbed my toe by the swimming pool,
I needed first aid cos life is cruel,
Stepped on a nail walkin' back to the car,
Tears in my eye would a won an Oscar.

Purple pain, purple pain,
What's the point try'n to complain?
Purple pain, purple pain,
We suffer in life's daisy chain.