by Michael Casey
pain day today so I'm reposting these two
Pain and
Prayer ©
By Michael
Casey
Let my Pain
be my Prayer
Let my
Screams be the Chorus
Let my Pills
be the Verse
Let my
Winces be my Supplication
Let my Pain bitten
lips be my Hope
Let
Sleepless Eyes be my Testament
Let my
Aching Limbs be my Mantra
Let the
Ringing in my ears be my Peel of Prayer
Let the
stabs of pain in my heart reach high heaven
Let the fog
of pain in my brain be lifted by God’s Grace
Let me down
from my cross because you have already been on yours.
No it’s NOT Kinky Sex it’s just PAIN ©
By Michael Casey
Well its 3am and I’m screaming in pain, the neighbours
think there is a Kinky Sex Club somewhere in the neighbourhood, but there is
not, it’s just me screaming again, in pain. I wanted to use this title before
but I held off, but now it seems so right. I’ve had a couple of pain killers
and they are slowly beginning to work.
My dad was in the war and he never took pain killers,
says one, or my child had this or that and she never complained. Well God Bless
them, but I’ll remind you, there is no competition in pain, it just F****
hurts. So when your grannie or child or cat or dog IS in pain, do be a little
supportive. Don’t say shut up, you are trying to watch the chart show on the
myriad of rubbish music channels on Sky. Why are they so badly presented with
really rubbishy graphics. Just give us the Music, Old Grey Whistle Test leads
the way, or Jools Holland’s Later.
Veteran09 from the DT will no doubt offer his prayers,
so thank you again, and a very Merry Xmas to you. Maybe the Queen will send you
a Christmas card this year as you are so loyal, he is also very kind. Now the
rest of you, how about adding pain relief to your Will, you could set up a pain
relief centre here in Birmingham or sponsor somebody at the Medical School. I’m
not a Brummie mad person, I’m just lazy, if you set up the centre here in
Birmingham I’d just be a bus ride away from it, so I could jump the queue.
Pain Relief Centre does sound like a house of ill
repute, you could have a competition to name the centre, and the best name wins
the pot of money, hopefully here in Birmingham. Rich people DO leave money to
good causes and they frequently leave it
in their own name. So could we have the Michael Casey Centre for Slapping on
Movelat Gel, or the Michael Casey Slapping Centre for short. Though that does
sound like a kinky sex club, though it is NOT. We have so much modern medicine
but still pain persists. And by the way I have NO money, if any billionaire is
reading this I’d love to have a nice big house, so think of me in your will.
Assuming you have any money left after buying another football club.
So anybody out there reading this why not leave your
money to this good cause, pain relief, and no I’m not suggesting a French Maid
arrives to relieve pain either. I’m suggesting we study pain, and then kill it
off. Obviously with my Shanghai connections maybe we could get a Chinese Dr to
teach acupuncture here in Birmingham, as needles are far cheaper than
pharmaceuticals.
Yes I’ve used humour in this piece, but I have grabbed
your attention, you could call it the Frankie Howerd and Kenneth Williams Pain
Centre, and have David Walliams as the visiting Professor, call it anything,
just take the F****** pain away. It’s 3.35 now, time for a green tea and hopefully the pain has ebbed before I go back
to bed, alone, no French maid, yet……..
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