to the decent people of this world who will never understand:
You don’t have this parasite
That wakes me in the deepest night
That gnaws at my peace and robs me of rest
Infecting me with a ravening quest
For round brown buttered buns & eggs
For bitter booze to be drunk to the dregs
For oysters alive with pearls to be teased
I eat ‘til I’m fat but my worm’s not appeased.
Although his one eye cannot see
The parasite forces visions on me
He hangs with his buddies, a couple of nuts
They force-feed me moonshine and make me a slut
He laughs and he jokes and I blush and I’m nervous
He’s even tricked the asshole next door into service.
His helmet head may have no brain,
But the parasite knows how to cause me great pain.
The harder I beat him, the harder his head
And I get no peace ‘til my parasite’s fed.