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Yes, this poem is about my back.

 

No, it's not a metaphor.

 

Why live if you're not going to be silly sometimes? :)

 

Pain in the... Back!

 

Oh, my aching back,

Why do you hate me?

What can I do

To make you pain-free?

 

I have to pop you all the time.

Every day it is the same.

It just gets worse and worse,

But you act like it's a game.

 

Well if it is, you're winning,

Or you've already won.

But I'm still in control

When all is said and done.

 

Why can't you see

That I love you so?

Why do you reject me;

Where do you think that I will go?

 

You can't leave me,

Just as I can't leave you.

So you may as well be nicer,

And stop your whining, too.

 

I'm begging you,

Please just stop the pain!

I'm sick of all the popping;

It's driving me insane!

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