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Bad back, bad back, bad back

One half zig while the other half zag

Stand too long and the whole shit hunch

Sit too long and I can’t stand up

Gramps out for a Sunday drive

A man as betrayed by his lumbar spine

Who pull up to the spot like, «I'll meet y’all inside

I need like five»

Corpse pose, staring at the moon

Entirely on fire, Sciatica to boot

I’m ready to be turned into soup

Or shot into space, or squashed into cubes

«Rate your pain level on a scale from one to ten»

I said, «Well doc, I tell you, I feel like I lost a friend»

I’m usually okay to simply shut up and cope

But these days more than ever, my back is like, «Nope»