Blood Pressure Poem by Thomas Plotz

Blood pressure,

Does this happen to you,
Blue, it makes me, when I'M unable to see,

When pressure, gets too high
My vision, becomes unclear, and uncertain,
Both near, and far, ticks' me off,

Unable to read, no matter the distance, and
Eye, specks doesn't seem to help…

Lesser changes becomes', undeterminable, and upsetting
Letting, my younger self to stay inside, needing to hide

I exercise, and don't use salt,
What is it, is someone trying to kill me?

The people at the morgue,
Will point, with finger extended,
It's the roll, that's what did him in,
Case closed,

I should ask for an,
Independent autopsy,
Just to be sure,

Charging my estate with the bill,
Saying, yep he's dead,
R.I.P., and thanks for serving, us

T. Plotz - Blood Pressure
2 JAN,2016