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.