Oh they call it stomach acid
But heartburn's just as bad
Reflux worse
And ulcers oh so sad
The treacle flies on fried eggs
Scrambled eggs is another way
Suddenly my insides lurch
And I go down on my knees and spray
And I say lord have mercy
Lord have mercy on my retched soul
Baby I just lost my lunch
And no one can bring it back to me no more
Friday, October 10, 2014
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