“ILLS OF A CHOSEN PROFESSION”

The writer
who complains of carpal tunnel
is no more fair
than
the ass wiper
who complains of hemorrhoids
or vice versa.

I should know, though
I'm not one of those
to complain.

I'm fortunate not to be
so full of my passions
that I'm writing or
ass wiping all day
long.

This, for example,
will be all I output
until it's time
to take a shit.

Oh, excuse me.
I feel another one
coming on.
This could be epic.

narrative poem written on 10-26-2013 by: on mattkane.com
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