Earache, perfect for a pity-party and this is 
November’s best time of year, holidays near 
yet not too close to be over too soon, more 
work on my desk for an exciting adrenaline 
rush of challenge, but I need to feel sorry for 
myself – keep all other disasters at bay
Heard a Doomsday prophet say infection of 
the ear, even untreated tonsillitis, can lead to 
death, the effect lost as we laughed unfazed 
hearing such dire predictions, we don’t mind 
dying per se but rebel against slow decline as 
in ageing with pain – aha – 
Gout says I mustn’t eat chocolate or sugar but 
wholegrain alternatives mean vertigo and 
nearly losing consciousness, now I eat 
chocolates, delight in butter and full cream 
milk with cardboard tasting rice cakes; and 
Christmas is to be spent with my sister, sweet 
Meringue, fruit cake, vanilla sponge, hiking, 
riding a fast motorbike – oh yeah, with these 
wonders ahead earache will keep me safe from 
calling wrath of the gods – let the pain and 
aches come now so bad things required to 
keep me humble will be taken care of
And all the delectable treats equilibrated 
with just the right amount of suffering – as 
long as pros and cons are in balance, there is 
no fear of arrogance winning, and I can 
dream in peace….
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