It starts with the stiff neck
Slapβstab of the disc from its ivory tower
Snapβsmack of the bands sliming it into place
The head weighs ten pounds
Ten pounds of pig head cost nothing
Some give head for a ten
But itβs the Head of the Stiff Neck
Association who takes home
my tenners by ten.
So it begins, the doctor explains
But all the feels are still there; sensations of living
He writes a prescription for Chronic
So it begins, the pharmacist says
But all the pain is real; existence hurts
Dropβshot the pill and forget
The itemised sick note for the employer
So it begins, the boss complains
Until it ends.
And I am ravenous.