Dysphagia Blues

Dysphagia Blues

To the tune of "Sounds of Silence" by Simon and Garfunkel.

Hello, regurge, you evil trend,

You've got me by my throat again,

With the meal that I was eating,

you insist on my repeating.

And my stomach wonders why it's just not full.

I can only drool.

You're an evil thing, dysphagia.

All I can eat is baby food.

I can't swallow what's been chewed.

It wanders up and down my throat.

There isn't any antidote

to a misery I can't blame on a fishy bone

stuck to my to backbone,

You're an evil thing, dysphagia.

It's not as if I've no appetite,

My stomach's roaring at midnight,

But if I eat, you clutch me in a choke.

You make certain that I remain awoke,

You're an evil thing, dysphagia.

The doctor doesn't think it's much

to warrant my unhappy fuss.

But it's clear he's never suffered so,

He's never not been able to swallow,

You're an evil thing, dysphagia.

I've lost too much needed weight. 

I'm looking so very skeletate.

I don't know how much longer I can live like this.

Waiting on a definite diagnosis.

You're an evil thing, dysphagia.

You're an evil thing, dysphagia.