Achy Snake

I ache

Like a snake 

That's been hit with a rake 

In the hand of a man named Jake 

Who's a flake 

I hurt

Like a shirt 

That's been stomped in the dirt 

By the feet of a man named Burt 

In a yurt

I'm sore 

And what's more 

Is it makes me a bore

I'll whine in a way you'll abhor

Til you snore

There's pain 

And it's plain

That it makes me less sane

I fear that it comes from my brain 

In the main

My back 

Is a rack 

That will cut me no slack

Each time I move it'll attack

Til I crack

I'm stiff

Like a cliff

By the bay of Cardiff

I'm praying and wondering if

There's relief

 

My back holding 275 lbs a week before it started to hurt. I'm sure the two events are unrelated.