Gom Jabbar

My hand’s inside an empty slot,
And all of me is out of tune.
My fears arise in monstrous size
Like Sandworms from a whirling Dune.

The extra Spice in take-out food
Has made a Thumper of my tum.
This washroom cubicle is out
Of water, paper for my bum.

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