I am now a society
Of contentious individuals.
My surly left eye
Refuses to perform sharp focus.
My ears, glowering at each other,
Ring shrilly in the middle of Bach.
My left knee, in vicious perversity
Frequently stabs my leg.
In collusion, my right big toe
Tenaciously grips a hedgehog quill.
My stomach, fuming at my mild diet,
Throws acid at my throat.
My memory, a total bumbling idiot,
Can’t find anything anymore.
My bowels, those lazy bastards,
Require a cattle prod to move.
My liver and my kidneys and my prostate
Are plotting my assassination.