Stomach Pains

I await my deus ex machina
To save me from my bellicose friend
He's truculent, clearly obdurate
Causing nothing but furbelow pain

Maybe I am purblind
When it comes to my faults,
A toady to my vices
While this forcible foe vitiates my insides
My micro-menagerie fights it

These bucolic dopplegangers inside me
Working their symbiont charm
Even as I kill them
They're constantly rebuilding
To keep my poor insides from harm 

The End

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