Stuck In The Nothing

Killing me with kindness, your sweet disposition and 

culinary expertise is my undoing, after enjoying a dish

of mincemeat with curry I feel ill, mince is dangerous

chemicals and additives, but I thought if I eat it so fast 

It won't have time to injure my insides, I was wrong, now 

I have the sweet consolation that physical pain is taking 

the place of emotional distress, it feels as if there is lead 

leaking into my abdomen, the sparkly party down there 

Means foodstuff is making their way back up my throat, 

this day has reached its nadir and can't get any worse,

the only escape is falling asleep - Homestead Rescue 

programme on TV seems ideal, but getting horizontal

With lead expanding in my stomach is no joke, this time 

I'm really cross with myself, I can't even concentrate with 

Chopin sweetly playing in my earphones AND there is a 

terrible lack of supernatural beings in the sunroom, seems 

My dad's doggerel about Rooi Laventel, Wit Dulsies and 

Harmansdrup have chased spiritual entities away and it

is lonely without them, it is more interesting to fight the 

malevolent than to be stuck in the Nothing...