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My Fibro Song

I’m lying in my bed,

I’ve got a pain in my head,

and I’m moanin’ and agroanin’.

My back and legs ache.

How many pills can I take?

I’m moanin’ and agroanin’.

IBS is kicking in

and I gotta go again.

Moanin’ and agroanin’.

I’m moving very slow,

but I REALLY gotta go,

I’m moanin and agroanin’.

Heading down the hall,

I bump into the wall.

I’m moanin’ and agroanin’.

Twenty minutes after that

I return where I lay flat

moaning and agroanin’.

As I shuffle my feet so sore,

the phone rings but I ignore it

while I’m moanin’ and agroanin’.

I crawl onto the pillows,

pull the sheets up to my nose,

still moanin’ and agroanin’.

I need some moist heat,

and music soft and sweet,

as I’m moanin’ and agroanin’.

Eventually I will sleep,

but my slumber won’t be deep,

I’ll be moanin’ and agroanin’.

In the morning when I wake

my body continues to ache,

and I’m moanin’ and agroanin’….AGAIN!