blisters on which I sit

Submitted by Marco on Sun, 08/29/2021 - 12:10

Last night in bed my legs felt again

like strolling me straight into a blender

Regretfully I remember those times when

all three of us went on a terrible bender.

 

For hours my feet, they crossed me across

a large field covered with needles and pins

Now perhaps perpetually I gotta sit

on the blisters of previous sins

 

However on the upside and also in spite

of the blisters on which I now sit,

for me no more benders and that kind of eh…

oops, gotta keep it clean, so I delete that last bit,

and replace it with the best remedy I know; my terrible wit.