A Love Song To Endometriosis
Tongue in cheek serenade to a dreaded physiological illness
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CHORUS
Just call me your punching bag.
I’ll take all your blows so you don’t feel so bad.
Because you know I’m good.
You know, I’m good.
And you know I’m good for it.
VERSE 1
The disease hits me like a punch to the gut.
I’m screaming bloody murder.
And I think that you could concur,
Endometriosis
Is a catawampus
Bitch.
Capricious in her mood swings.
Now temperate, now raging.
I feel her intimately
As she lays me down to sleep.
Can’t get her off my mind
Because she’s inside of me.
In my sleep, to her I sing:
CHORUS
VERSE 2
She’s a mistress of fucked up love.
She loves to hate me sweetly,
And I cannot groove completely
Endometriosis
With the way she just is
Trap.
Controlling my attention.
Wants me as her one man.
I fear her intensely
As she lays down next to me.
Says I’m her everything.
Fate I can’t leech from me.
But in my sleep, to her I sing:
CHORUS
© Pamela Belitch 2019