When I eat the wrong food
When the morale is low
And the teas are high
The wave of bile makes me wanna cry
My head flopping side to side
The queasy feeling I try to hide
Food for mood is a distant dream
Oh Pylori u r so mean!
Daintly holding a glass of wine...
At a late night party I try to shine..
But u also join with a peg of HCL
Of perfume and vomit I start to smell.
Not a gastro but a banker I married
My occassional freakshows always get him worried
Nobel u got, but I got acidity!!!
Pylori u push me to the edge of sanity!
-10th March 2017
