It’s beginning to feel a lot like cricked neck…
make many a moan.
X-ray look shows C5 is bent,
disc material’s spent.
I’m damn near lame and not ashamed to groan.

It’s beginning to feel a lot like cricked neck—
joy is not in store.
On the shittiest night: no Zs,
can’t fall into revery,
but at least, no snores.

I went to doc and said, “Shoot me with some magic juice
that will cause the pain to relent.
Doc, I will sock you in chin on your block
YOUR cervical spine will be bent.”
Doc groks, I’m mad…need pain abatement…
a compliant gent.

I’m beginning to grieve lots of neck-crick less—
minimized are moans.
Magic juice has reduced the swell
that made me feel unwell.
My “hurting” whines…lower decibel tones.

I’m beginning to think that gone’s neck-crick pest;
from Doc I depart.
I think that I’ll go have a drink,
but the fangs of an undead sink
in like two sharp darts.