Sensitivity, It's In the Genes
More lamenting from that "Mediclueless" hypochondriac...
Sensitivity, sensitivity,
I've got it in spades, head to toe.
I'm sure my sensitivity's passed down genetically
From ancestors long, long ago.
It's the epitome of exquisite agony,
And I suffer it more than my due.
Or could be I'm the progeny of poetic pedigree,
Which might explain why I'm sensitive, too.
Sensitive toenails, sensitive fingertips,
Sensitive arches of feet,
I'm convinced that my intense sensitivity's
Making my life incomplete.
Sensitive eyelids, sensitive earlobes,
Sensitive dimples and hair,
Can't stand the bright noonlight, or even the moonlight,
I just can't take me anywhere.
Sensitive elbows, sensitive wrist joints,
Sensitive ankles and knees,
That's the sensitive whole of me, in its entirety…
Won't somebody just shoot me, please?
Copyright © Jim Slaughter | Year Posted 2023
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