Curse of the World

Curse of the world
Curse the day
Curse my woes
Curse them away
I never wanted this burden I bear
This burden, this burden, oh, I swear
It’s heavy, pressing, swelling, biting
Kicking, screaming, I’ll keep on fighting
To the end!
Omega!
When will it end?

I’m growing, I know,
but in all the wrong places.
My buttocks ballooning,
Mushrooming my face is.
Where to find my oasis?
Not in the kitchen,
For that’s where all my troubles began
The curse of my world.

April Murdock
About 1997