I tried to tell you that you are clogging me up.
You feed and feed me, with too much food.
How am I to cope with all this food daily?
I am weary, begging you to stop this death of woe.
After your meal, you wash the food down with a drink.
Drinking fluid soon after eating, is my soon coming death.
I do not want to be sick, so, why, are you making it happen?
You give me indigestion, I cannot sleep, my stomach hurts.
How am I to stay healthy if you do not take care of me?
Yes, I am strong, but one day I will get sick, what then?
Do not treat me so badly, I do not deserve this abuse.
I am your stomach, keeping you alive, so, treat me well.
I Weep Daily, Cry For Help, But You Listened Not To Me, So Now I Am Sick!