STOMACH PAINS

A poem inspired by life in a cell

STOMACH PAINS

The food ain’t no good
Might as well be poison
Fit for beasts or ungodly things
The Preacher don’t preach nothing worth hearing
He collects the checks

It makes my stomach hurt
Ain’t no cure for my sickness
To big an ailment
Something like war I suppose
They give me laxative

I vomit for no reason
It just comes up like acid burn
Baking soda and water settles it
It comes from the kitchen
They sneak things in the baking soda, chemicals sometimes

A knuckle under the heart stings
You multiply fists by twelve
Twelve is a gang
You get other men’s sweat on you
Broom handles to the belly ripple the skin

Reviews

[Lillian]

wow. i really liked this. however, it seems like ther is more to it in the end. not sure. but i did enjoy reading this. it's dark and twisty. my personal favorite thing to read about since to me, it's something that happens very rarely. you can tell there is meaning in this. kudos.