There'll never be nothing to worry about

always a cause celebre,

I have a list of what's never quite right

to visit on waking in the dead of night,

nothing minor (or so it seems)

a twinge of pain, the stuff of bad dreams.

 

I avoid the surgical expanation

preferring to savour the manifestation

which recurs in the brain

again and again

with variations on a theme

of torturing discords

and low esteem.

 

    The low esteem is just thrown in

    as a sweetener to wallow in

    as, by and large, all things equal

    I quite look forward to a ghastly sequel.