Vero Verse Gout

How can I blot you out?

Its pain
Is making me insane
My big toe

Once a friend is now a foe

Will I never have the pleasure to feel
The succulent taste of a steak or veal
Foie gras, anchovies or too much beer
Are culprits triggering you, I fear

If the gods would grant me one bequest
A similar fate on you, I’d request
Plus letting me attend your inquest
Without admitting I’m the culprit and confess

It would give me a great deal of glee
To let you see how it feels to be me

Nancilee Wydra
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