Between two good songs
When the black sheep of the playlist
Starts bleating its ugly sound,
One begins to feel
All the tiny creases
And uneven bumps
In the bedsheet
And mattress underneath.
The nightly pain and sorrows
Turn to bruises and burns.
Sandwiched by a lowly
Earthy bodily ache
And a higher
Soulful mental debate,
The princess still feels the pinch
of the pea particularly.
