
It does seem my digestive track,
Is definitely out of whack.
Of bowel pain and sickness I am never free.
I have adhesions growing inside of me.
When the pain comes I am rushed to emergency.
Where they take X-rays and get a good look at me.
There they find in twenty feet of small intestine.
Something few people have rarely ever seen.
There, like writhing snakes in a deep dark pit,
Are the adhesions blocking and stopping my SHI*.
Right across sections of small bowel they grow.
When are they going to stop? I will never know.
You should see me in a hospital gown.
I look like some big dumb clown.
The gown's designed, as everybody knows,
So everything about your rear end shows.
The nurses kid and joke a lot,
Just before I get a pain shot.
Then they poke and jab to find a vien.
I've been so often, they say What back again
So now I have been placed on intravenous feeding,
For they say food for a while I will not be needing.
So there I lay, now no pain at all.
Just staring at the ceiling, watching a fly crawl.
Now my doctor pays me a visit to let me know.
There I have to stay until, I have to go!
If I don't, to the operating room they wheel me.
To cut out all those damn adhesions you see.
That will be four times this has been done.
Then growth of the adhesions is once again begun.
For those damn adhesions now grow twice as fast.
I just keep wondering just how long can I last.
I would like to know if there is anyone the same as me.
Searching for something new that would set me free.
I know I have been fortunate to live to be seventy five.
But would like to be around to see the year 2000 arrive.