THE PAIN GAME
One more pill to dull the pain,
Just one more pill
An hour, or maybe two,
Before it all starts up anew.
Someone said, ‘No pain. No gain.’
I fail to see the gain
Perhaps if they removed my brain,
I could agree, ‘No brain. No pain.’
But here’s the rub,
The very nub,
The question to be answered.
Can a man who has no brain,
Who never suffers any pain,
Still feel life's blood course through his vein?
'No pain. No gain?'
Perhaps it’s true.
Cruel Fate united pain and pleasure
In random integrated measure
Which thinking man just keeps the score on,
Unlike the brain-dead, pain-free moron.
The deal, I think, must run like this.
'Joy, do you take Pain
To be your lawful wedded spouse
For better or for worse,
Till Death do you part?’
But Joy, sweet Joy, buys gain o’er dear
For pleasure is by nature coy,
So Pain will triumph over Joy.
But pity too that brainless soul.
The one who’s never up
Who knows no smile
Nor wears a frown.
For he can never know the gain
From sharing life with Mr Pain.
O God, this thinking makes me ill.
It's time to take another pill.