A Quivering Mass of Aches and Pains

You think I want to wander around in hell with you?

You quivering mass of aches and pains

Think again

I tried and tried to treat you as a human being

I wanted to love you

To cherish you

To be a couple

Imperfect at best, of course

But you would not even look at me when

You spoke to me

I had to remind you over and over

And over

Please look at me when you are talking to me

To no avail

I was there for you when you had your hip surgeries

And took you to all your follow up appointments

Went grocery shopping, gave you sponge baths

Massaged your good foot, and tried to touch your

Other foot, mangled from diabetes which you make

No attempt to control through diet or exercise

Just proclaim how its’ not your fault, it’s hereditary

As you stuff yourself with nothing but cheap pizzas

And then make a production of shooting up with insulin

And sleep 14 hours a day

And you yelled at me when I made the slightest mistake

And then expected me to do even more for you

No, I will not wander through the wasteland of your

Exalted self-perception, your entitlement fantasies and

Your exhausting political diatribes about the

Glories of socialism and the evils of anything that

Doesn’t agree with your fanatical views

And your only acceptable change of topic?

Your latest medical intervention

Which never changes anything

Just gives you another boring thing to broadcast

To the silently exasperated company

You’ve managed to gather around yourself

While you wander through

A hell of self-pity with only yourself to blame

Think again.

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You think I want to wander around in hell with you? You quivering mass of aches and pains Think again
Melodie Earickson is a self-taught "outsider" artist. She picked up a pencil one day about 15 years ago and just started sketching cats on a pad of paper.