Sleep deprivation so long it makes my guts squirm into knots;
needle so sharp & insistent it's like a deep hunger, or sex-drive;
ink so hot, penetrating like a poison into & under my skin;
music playing so hard it makes my gonads pucker...on & on & on;
drums so loud they make my kidneys begin to cramp;
bass so deeply pounding it's like having a heart-attack!
So, just what is it then
about my joys & pleasures
that you do not understand??