Ode to my gallbladder

I knew you were there, but you never spoke.
'Til last week, then what a poke!
Would have thought it my heart,
But the pain was off center.
And many tests later
Confirmed your deep anger.

Irritated you are,
Replete with stones.
Your vim and vigor
Are hurting my bones.

Tomorrow we part,
I bid you adieu.
The drugs are no perk,
They just make me spew.

So please take your leave
And don't make a mess.
What's left but my liver,
To a life of excess.