To complain when you feel you got cheated at a Poetry Slam! No — I don’t think I deserved to win. . .but I think I should have made it to the second round. And the audience did, too. They hissed — nay booed and scowled at the judges when I received my low score earlier tonight at the Bowery Poetry Club. But the judges have the last say. All I know is that it wasn’t just my little circle of friends who were cracking up and cheering after I finished my song parody about Hemorrhoids.

Oh, you haven’t heard it? Well, just because I love you, I’ve reprinted it here.

(to the tune of Leonard Bernstein’s “Maria” from West Side Story)

I first felt the lump when I went to wipe
(hemorrhoids)

Extra flesh down below made my sphincter awfully tight
(hemorrhoids)

It’s hemorrhoids!
The doctor just said that it’s hemorrhoids!
And never normal will
A morning bowel movement
Beeeeeeeeee.

It’s hemorrhoids!
The doctor just said that it’s hemorrhoids!
I wish my excretory matter
Was confined to
Peeeeeeeeee.

It’s hemorrhoids!
Var-i-cose veins of trapped a-nal blood
Thrombosed boils block my di-ges-tive mud
It’s hemorrhoids!
Oh doctor please cure me of
Hemorrhoids!

Of hemorrhoids!
Of hemorrhoids!
Of hemorrhoids, damned hemorrhoids!

Of HEEEEEMorrhoids!
Of Hemorrhoids!
Of hemorrhoids!
Of HEEEEEEmorrhoids, damned hemorrhoids!

Won’t this 50 buck copay do something?
Dr. Gupta that flashlight is frightnening.
These hemorrhoids
I’ll never stop cursing

. . .These hemorrhoids!

. . . I first felt the lump when I went to wipe. . .. My Hemorrhoids. . . . .