Bagged Out!
(From comments by a friend surviving a near-fatal accident.)
I curse this plastic bag - warm and soft against my belly.
I hate the need to empty it - a task that’s always smelly.
But it means I go on living, it has gained me added years.
Initially my future bleak, and I was wracked with fears.
I’ve somehow learned to live with it, even treat it as a joke,
But I wouldn’t wish colostomy on any other bloke.
"Will give you quality of life"; Words from this doctor chap.
"Quality be damned!" I said, "I’d rather sit and crap!"
© Pete Stratford 6.5.10
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