Pain In The Neck Extended Poem by zmz gbzn

twist about and turn toward
keening of a diff'rent sort
embrace discomfort for reward:
slightly less discomfort.

down in Fraggle Rock

still there is no guarantee
from the Great Defaulter,
whose faith burns our effigy
screaming from a psalter.

up in friggin' smoke

rant on, rant on, and on and on
sharp thickness, burning tickle
leaden mince-meat, blinding thong
bludgeon and dull sickle.

'round and 'round the clock

an exhalation can redeem,
an inward breath renew
back to back and lying prone
in the morning dew.