Or is it the truth!
Ring of fire. No, not a song
I suffer in silence.
Am I wrong?
Try explaining. Piles, don’t you know?
It makes me tense
I’m a tale of woe.
Sometimes I can’t sit. It hurts.
Makes me wriggle.
Feels like a curse.
Piles are painful, especially when
They sit in a huddle.
And swell up again
I visit the loo. I have to try.
Oh dear God!
I’m gonna die!
Afterwards, some gel
Still suffering, stings and pricks
I’ll have to go to bed
Nothing helps, just constant pain.
Why have I got ‘em?
I’ll go insane
With my flipping bottom!
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