My Knees Have Fleas

My knees have fleas.

Stop my pain, please.

If I stand I hurt.

Sit me down in dirt.

Even if I sit,

Knees still feel like shit.

Cushions made of crabmeat,

Balancing on tiny feet.

Claw my way to heaven’s gate.

Swift agony on my plate.

Give me knees, please.

Stop your fleas, jeez!

©2015 Linda L Labin, PhD

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