Two Advils In One Hand And A Live Chicken In Another

Steely knives stabbing away at my insides
Hateful as a bear skinned alive
Trying to hide what I am feeling
Oh my goodness how painful this existence
Pain making my hands shake
As I try Not to bite the heads off live chickens

I bite the chickens heads off anyway and spit it out
Where's me another?
Pain, gloves and Advil
Maybe a little love and sympathy...... NOT
At least not from this bunch
Hell has no furry like  a woman in pain
Where did my love go?
It will come back with more Advil, lol.

Hand me my Pepsi
Anybody got anymore chickens?
A dog or two maybe a cat or a bird?
What ? Where did everybody go?
Don't run and hide?
Anybody got a Billy goat?

When will it end ?
I hate this pure pain
and nobody understands
My time is worse then everyone else's.
How could it not be?
Everyone else can function.
Not me.

I need a heating bad, medication and live chickens
To get me through once a month
When it all returns
Who to strangle?
Adam?
the snake?
Or Eve?

By Bernice Bowling

In case your wondering :  the gloves are for handling the live chickens. :)