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pantoum #3

I must now digest something nasty.
It's down in my stomach right now.
And this time is not even lastly –
There's still some more furrows to plow.

It's down in my stomach right now,
I try to divert my poor brain,
There's still some more furrows to plow,
they're proving to be quite a pain.

I try to divert my poor brain,
although it's the target of pills -
they're proving to be quite a pain,
starting to give me the chills.

Although it's the target of pills,
my brain is its only defense,
starting to give me the chills
stopping me making much sense.

My brain is its only defense
Against its own enemy's foe
Stopping me making much sense,
Leaving me bleating my woe

Against its own enemy's foe.
And this time is not even lastly -
Leaving me bleating my woe.
I must now digest something nasty.