Gout
If there was a fountain
that would cure all,
but to someone else
my illness would fall,
knowing full well,
under God’s eye,
I would plunge my foot in
and shout at the sky,
“what eternal damnation
greater can be?
And besides, I’m sure someone
used this fountain on me.”
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