What a Pain in the Eye!

It hurts, this strain
Of a necktie too tight
of a finger, mislead.
Where all the brain portals
go to rest in the hole called:
stretched.
It devours everything at its wake
like a bubbling earthquake trembling under
all that weight.
It throbs, like an eye socket twice its size,
gassy glassy eyeball jutting out
quaint in its arrival
for the whole world to see.
But they can’t see me.
As I throw on an invisibility cloak
And steal pork buns until
my stomach collapses from the meaty greed.