A Sincere, Heartfelt Apology to my Stomach, Intestines and Guts in General By Joe Hakim

I'm sorry, I don't know if it's more for myself, or for you, but seeing as you are a part of me, it must mean it's about us. I've never appreciated exactly what you do for me, but that's just because you do it so well, that sometimes I don't notice you doing it at all.

Going beyond all the fuckin' junk food, pizzas burgers doner meat curries... ...and the booze and the powders and the pills- all that shit. You've let me know now, you're right, I'm sorry, I'll cut down, start drinking juice eating fruit. I'll get up in the mornings and eat cereal and yoghurt, I'll keep bottles of Pepto-Bismol and Night Nurse by the side of my bed.

Anything, just make the suffering stop. Going for a shit has never hurt me so much before in my life.

Copyright © Joe Hakim 2005

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