A Roaring Horror

A broken back inflamed with affliction spinning

Remembrances of familial fiends alive

Orbiting the suffering yet never thinning

Always thinking of forgetting the pain archive

Reaching for the old bow without a new arrow

Ingesting edibles before midnight’s morrow

Needing the voice of reason to pass the narrow

Gambling with a smaller Cosmos for less sorrow

Hell in heaven is hell and never vice versa

Over the suffering sustained in a lifetime

Remaining in a bargaining for inertia

Relief rarely lasting longer than the enzyme

O spinal cord no matter where you really stand

Release from your constant pain can never be planned

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Back pain exists as a spectrum of suffering. I could write a book about it, but I will not, since it is too far from fiction and too real for any comfort. And before I forget, medicine sucks on every level, from the neck to the tail, with the only reasonable remedy still prohibited in most countries because Big Pharma and their shareholders cannot make billions on God’s plant. They tried but they failed. Why would we consume inferior synthetic copies of several constituents (e.g., CBD, THC) of a plant that easily grows everywhere, when we have the whole real plant, with receptors throughout our nervous system to receive all its constituents with gratitude and love? Freedom, my ass! I wonder if most people actually know what it means. Every Xmas adult present should include some edible cannabis. Do not smoke God’s plant; it is still harmful smoking! Eat it in any way you can : )