An Unpalatable Life. Poem by Michael Gale

Pain i was dished...
Torment, was i spent.

Torture was i lent...
resentment, was i freely regretted.

These are ingredients of a well pained life...
Baked with many years of well ripened strife.

This stale, unsweetened cookie was hardened stiff..
It was indigestible with an accompaniment odor to sniff.

A life, really crummy...
Meted out, by some, idiotic, dummy.

Always, were they swearing...
Constantly, never caring.