Swelled, it’s unhealed, rough; rues, me. . .the wrong trajectory…
this broken viscid part is f**ked, 5-6, C.
I got pain, and I’m screaming, “Screw it!
Pump in the juice—epi[dural] round, do it!
Hit me with a neck shot:
I’m primed, so hit me with a neck shot.
Hit me with a neck shot—
fire away!”

“Use your brawn: pump it, come on,
put it right there!
Lidocaine, precursor fare.
Knock me out with that great twain:
versed and fentanyl mask the pain.
Hit me with a neck shot…
no high, just hit me with a neck shot.
Hit me with a neck shot—
fire away!”

Can’t have too much! Just shoot me . .spike’s long trajectory
to osteophyte parts so ailing me.
Put it in epidural notch—the tight ripped-up place:
shoot that steroid in at a furious pace.
Hit me with a neck shot;
my time’s here— hit me with a neck shot.
Hit me with a neck shot—
fire away!”
Prick me with a neck shot:
I lie here— hit me with a neck shot.
Stick me with a neck shot.
Spike it and pray!