“Ow!” Yes, I’m a grate knee-render—
genuflecting’s hurting like hell.
This feeling sucks; it’s as if nunchucks
had struck hard and caused it to swell.

“Ouch!” Yes, I’m a grate knee-render.
I bitch, and I whine, and I moan.
I cannot tame all the grating pain;
I know that I’ve got bone on bone.

I squeal because I can get no relief.
I squeal like a veal about to be a meal.

“Oooooow!!”
Yes, I’m a grate knee-render—
not laughing each time I bend down.
It’s killing me, this arthritic knee.
Titanium fix must be found
for the wrecked condyles that are ground.

To kneel like those feeling the real belief.
“Doc, heal hurt I feel, but without using steel!”

“Noooooow!!!”
Yes, I need grate replacement…
get the jammed joint fixed…that’s one down.
And when the knee is done, I’ll be
seeking a hip, but, skipping ’round:
Big-toe pain is great; still it pounds.
Pills I down.