Posture-Eyez

Crack in my back,

no slack.

Need something more,

to rend myself of this gore.

Pain is like rain,

coming down hard with no refrain.

My fingers run the edges as I trace,

the power of this frustrating brace.

With it, I walk and stand tall,

without, I am humped over, shallow and small.

Why, oh why, is life this way?

Please pain ... run, run, go away.

But it won't, just my luck,

and my every day is like ... what the f*ck.

(and yes ... the picture is a straightjacket,

not a postureizer)