Ballad Of Maladies Poem by shimon weinroth

I have stomach cramps, a charlie horse,
on my thigh, gasping heart that sighs
host of polyps lined along the alimentary
canal, vying to dine on my food and being
trying to outgrow the host

punishment, for gluttony and hedonism
negelect to select, dull and nourishing,
or is it the genes weak and braying
frolicking used and abused with much delight
senses, sensory sensations,

smile it's pay up time and a host of surgeons
plumbers of a kind to renew my stew called life