Normal business is conducted through the

Office of Important Physical Information,

with that big lobby of “How else are we to

know what’s wrong?” Here the enforced attitude is

Respected as Necessary (snarl and hate pain in private).

Few can look pain in the eye.

But, dressed up as emotion, Pain can scam its way right

out of the office and over to the Amusement Park of

Mental Anguish for a lunch hour of your grief.

Today the E-ticket ride (at your expense) is a Spiraling

Anxiety coaster through the Cave of Self-Doubt.

Very dark. Pain buys five tickets.

All this because of guise and garb.

Your own security guards let Pain pass

with a “Nothing wrong with you physically” card.

Then you find out all this is in

the job description for Pain.

And you were a co-signer on the contract

and why you would put up with the torment.

Because you always remember

The Grand Secret That Makes This Worthwhile.

Pain’s Sexy Sister is Pleasure and for her …