It's only ME, it's not my mind.
It's only Myalgic Encephalomyelitis. It's not my mind.
Monday, June 18, 2012
Bawdy Verse, Body Worse
"You're bawdy! Is your temple?" they cried out.
At least, that's what I heard them to have said,
And that's why all my charms I try to flout
religiously, although I'm semi-dead.
I once was bawdy. Now my temples throb
and so I find I'm slow to make response
and build a temple worthy of a bawd
when illness bars me from such hallowed haunts.
"Your body is your temple," did they cry?
Then like the Parthenon it's just a shell
of former glory, feeling fit to die
but fit for blessed bawdiness? Like hell.
The temple of my body is a shell.
I fill it with what makes me feel well.
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