[after a comment by 4einc]
Aw, shucklebeans!, I I think I sure feel bad today.
I sipped that vintage whine,long soured, called "Woeisme."
But then I watched some tv---beauties on a disco floor,
dancing seductively, without their shoes, just socks.
I thought,"Dear God, that kind of music really rocks."
With urging that is not bound to a wind-up clock's
ticking, later, I will, then, likely make my shambling way
to our main bathroom for a rather lengthy stay.
I will take some old books full of old poems to read
in quiet peace while gravity assists my need,
along with apple juice, a tasty laxative---
for writhing constipation is no way to live.
And I say that without use of a metaphor.
or some unusual likeness in a simile.
Starward