Being Human Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Day dragging on, sluggish system slowing due
to cheese grillers with which Sunday dinner was
enlivened, not even the psychology of buying a
little doll to accompany me through the woes of
assembly line translations proves very helpful

My guru dancing while chanting: Just be glad, just
be glad, just be glad to be alive - idiot; we all need
neuropeptide Y, a brain chemical that makes people
feel healthy - found in alcohol, scientists think NPY
pills could reduce consumption of alcohol

Are they mad, how absolutely boring and unromantic,
imagine replacing the words of Red, Red Wine with
White White Antidepressants - popping pills instead
of staggering about while watching the heroine leave
with another man - scientists have no understanding

Of the aesthetics when the suffering hero is scorned
and the audience's unbounded sympathy with his at-
tempts to obliterate his pain with wine or another
alcoholic concoction - this is what being human
is all about!