Dear Doctor...you have scared me!
I'm afraid to make a move.
I don't know what is safe or not.
It's nothing I can prove.
I'm scared to take a bath now
(my skin absorbs flouride!)
I'd find somewhere to run to
but there's nowhere left to hide!
It's hard to not just panick.
I don't know what to do.
I'd go outside and meditate
but birds kill with the flu!
I read the toothpaste label
as I brush with poisoned paste.
I splash some water (flouride) on me
I forgot this in my haste!
Please, let me thank you Doctor
I wasn't scared enough.
Now I'm just a bag of nerves!
(and I thought I was tough!)
Thanks alot Herbert! !
H is right that the medical community puts profits ahead of health but what is to be done? Just take care of yourself the best you can.
Goodness knows Mary what we take into ourselves these days, with all these added chemicals to counteract something else. Very well written poem. I think we mustn't panic though. Sincerely Ernestine
Nice, Mary! The rhyme works in this one, for me. I think rhyme often works as a sing-songy counterpoint to an ironic theme. The lines 'It's hard to not just panick./ I don't know what to do./I'd go outside and meditate/but birds kill with the flu' say essentially what I just posted at the Forum.
As a punishment you wil receive a bunch of studies on the subject. If that doesn't scare you.... Best H
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That's why I don't go to the Doctor (unless I have to) . Good stuff, Mary! ! Brian