By Steven Gowin
They say, we have hangnails.
I say, I have a bruised leg.
They say, we stubbed our toe.
I say, I have a stomach ache.
They say, we have a headache.
I say, I have an earache.
They say, we cut our finger,
I say, my nose is bleeding.
They say, we’ve gone deaf.
I say, I’ve gone blind.
They say, we had a heart attack.
I say, I am dead.
Clutching at Straws 