Sore Toe
.
My toe just stubbed
the stubborn
piano's iron foot.
It hurts like hell,
torments like a
cigarette butt.
Doc said: stay home,
don't walk, take a day
off or more.
I did, but now I'm
bored to death,
not only sore.
But boredom quickly
breeds some crazy
thoughts, you see.
Seems my easy chair
sits on me
uneasily.
Quite weirdly,
colors I now hear,
sounds I now see.
I ache to be
stirred as sugar
in hot coffee !
.
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