When the tastebuds slip a knot
\nAnd lose their ability to know
\nWhat is passing between the lips
\nHelping folk to grow<\/p>\n
That is when your joy in life
\nPeters out for good
\nThat is when the extremes you came to love
\nNobody could<\/p>\n
Imagine it the liver is clearly shot away
\nFucked up by the National Health
\nThat really makes you pay
\nWith its cytotoxic nonsense
\nThe pills you take each day
\nThe little yellow buggers
\nThat drive real taste away<\/p>\n
Not even chocolate tastes nice
\nEverythings the same
\nMethotrexate came along
\nAnd its claim to fame<\/p>\n
Its Whats sickening your body
\nAnd making your liver go
\nCompletely bloody terrible
\nAnd so out of the flow<\/p>\n
Bouts of indigestion
\nAnd nausea to boot
\nThe light it makes you whoozy
\nNothing you eat does suit<\/p>\n
Sleep is like a curtain you pull
\nAnd realise
\nAlthough the sky is very blue
\nNight is your disguise<\/p>\n
Everything you are given
\nHas a very funny taste
\nEven the beer they chilled right here
\nIt has never graced<\/p>\n
Anybody’s tonsils
\nJust a bitter camphor smell
\nThat drifts into your aura
\nAnd transports you to hell.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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