Here Comes the Ouch

Here comes the ouch.

Here comes the pain.

Here comes the fear.

Here it comes again.

Here we go.

Another minor, regular,

surgery, on my mouth tomorrow.

Cyst removal, abscess correction,

maybe lose a tooth or two.

Yup, just another day of getting

older, being human and pervious

to the ravages of time, genetics,

and general crap that comes with

the human body.

I’m not so much afraid of the

surgery. Even if it is an hour and

a half long ordeal. I’m not scared

about that at all. It’s the after that

I hate. The subservience I must accept.

The subservience to the whims of

my body, keeping me alive but

simultaneously trying to murder me.

It makes me irritated and out of

patience.

Just work body.

Do your damn thing without being

a complete and utter inconvenience

for me and others.  No. It’s time for

pain, irritation and annoyance.

It’s no wonder I’d be an old man

200 years ago, ancient even.

To live this long seems to be a struggle

even for modernity. The ailments of aging,

a reminder of mortality.

And how irritating dying must be.

I’m not dying though. I don’t think

my body will let that happen. It’ll keep

me alive longer to continue

the torments it has planned

for the future.

And yet,

Here comes the ouch.

Here comes the pain.

Here comes the fear.

Here it comes again.