#43 - I Sat Down Awkwardly

He clutched at the seat of his spine
like he was reaching for the zip
but his pain was a weird rod buried deep
beneath folds of hide and layers of butter.

People scuttled to his aid, then,
realising - as if for the first time -
that they were not trained chiropractors,
they simply orbited, cooing

which made it worse. 'Just give me
some fucking breathing room!' he snorted,
reminding them all, in that instant,
of an ogre who'd lost his spanner.