Forgive me, I thought I had to kneel.
After all, isn’t this the place to confess,
for all my bodily transgressions,
my too many drinks, the extra portions,
exercising excuses that always excused?
Oh, you mean the blood work tells that
and what I managed to get in the cup?
And to think, I made some notes, damn!
Yes, my ancestors all died, oh, how you ask?
Other than old age I guess a couple of
heart attacks, stroke or two, dementia,
you know, the typical stuff, nothing fancy.
Bend over you say? Come now Doc…
Just because I haven’t seen a Doc in seven,
ain’t this a bit extreme, how about an x-ray?
More tests you say, a colonoscopy too?
Can’t I just have a pill and I will go away?
Cure me Doc, cure me… the easy way
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a delightful parody of the preposterous pontification of the medical fraternity with their holier than thou attitude to matters medical and moral. You also have a gentle serve at the consumers of amazing medical practices, whose anatomical ignorance is breathtaking and highly amusing. Wonderful poem. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥