From Pain to Champagne
From Pain to Champagne A thousand pounds of glutton, Weighing me from on top, A single move is drudgery, My muscles aching to a stop. I see the gleams of stolen opportunity, Through the sills of my dismay, Yet the urge to contain such pleasure, Has something holding me at bay. When suddenly amidst dejection, A thud beholds a calling, A flick of light grits through the darkness, A brick has slowed my falling. One by one, pound my pound, My being is resurrected, I’m lugged and shoved until compliance, My fate unlike projected. Suddenly the moisture heightens, Machines whir and hiss like snakes, Yet the arms of care and yielding love, Are the safari armed with rakes. I’m fended off just to realize, These beasts of my demise, Are configurations for my rebirth, A keyhole to the prize. One SWISH! And BOOM! and I’m lunged forth, My whimpers overpowered, My legs are spun and curved around, My feebleness devoured. Days go on and on and on, As the machine continually assails, Yet my brittle...