I do not like this twinge I feel,
So I tell myself it is not real.
Ow.
It feels like there's a knife in my back.
Perhaps I should give it one good crack.
Ow.
Now I have a pronounced limp
And I'm walking like a badass pimp.
Ow.
Alas, my hoe was unkind to me,
And now I wish I was pain free.
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