2010/09/07 Consolation Poem by Margaret Alice

I did not take the new medication again, I
have decided I can feel bad all by myself
no need for prescription drugs to achieve
that objective, one sandwich and the allergy
gives the same effect, much cheaper and
much more enjoyable also; feeling my
head contracting

Because of white capsules, is kind of stupid
while feeling bad because of the staple of life:
bread, seems much more noble and inevitable
here endeth the lesson, time to check my text
and reflect on the meaning of life, the power
has been turned on, Madame La Pompadour
and her crew

Are working all virtuous and conscientious
I am the only one who believes that life entails
more than being ensconced within four walls
retrieving my soul from Pratchett’s humourous
touch to dive into the greyness on my desk –
time to learn to laugh at life even when the
labour of love

Converting one language into another, presenting
the same lines, the same content; is not amusing
the only joy I derive is knowing that the intended
reader will derive even less joy than I did on first
reading the text - and will take even less action
than I did - what consolation!