Posted by Ken (158.138.192.175) on August 02, 1999 at 22:33:59:
On Sunday August first I turned forty-two,
My wife greeted me with “I Love You’.
The day started great, we shared it together,
We had no plans, just dinner whenever.
It might be the liquor or was it the stress,
That turned my happy birthday into a terrible mess.
I don’t understand it, why the Lord picks me,
To endure such a pain that no one can see.
The pain is relentless, steady and strong,
What did I do that was so horribly wrong?
My eyes start to tear and nose starts to run,
I think to myself “six more weeks of this fun”
I drink lots of water, breathe cold air from the box,
The pain’s getting worse, I should’ve taken those shots.
It’s too late now I’m throwing up in the sink,
My head will get better now. I hope. I think?
The headaches are back, just as bad as before,
May the Lord give me strength to handle some more.
So Happy Birthday to me, the day the monsters attack,
I’ve got some shots, cold air and some water, I’m gonna fight back!