Doctor, doctor, tear it out,
Please don't leave without, but I know
Those cleansing tears of yours will fail,
Will bear me down
And obstruct my breath,
No, don't pretend it's all okay
And don't assume you cannot say
Anything of any value just because
You're on the way downtown
Or to the country club.
All your humanities have been killing me
And I wonder could it be because my insides or my feet
May be as bloated as a pillow
Or as numb as a train wreck
Or as feeble as my dead intent...
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I guess I should mention that this blog turned 20 years old last month.
It’s true that I haven’t been writing much for the past few years, but then
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Ouch! That's a painful one, Ron.
ReplyDeleteYour doctor's bedside manner could use some improvement! Send him to me - I'll sort him out. :-)
I assume your Dr. is a he!
Inspired by health care?
ReplyDeleteEeek, I felt that. Hope you're bearing up, hon - don't let the buggers get 'ya down. x
ReplyDeleteps. I'm outta here for a bit, but you know where to find me.