And Now You Know Why I Never Made it as a Poet.

Written 1982.  Never titled.  :-)

You may be in pain,

But at least you're still sane,

And don't have migraine,

Or disease of the brain.

I'll bring you a cane

Or some aspirin, a grain,

Or a shot in your vein

So your hurting will wane.

If this is a drain,

And your nerves have a strain,

Remember Paul's refrain

That to die would be gain!