Doctors! Pills! and Bills!
Mon ,08/03/2010Doctors! Pills! And Bills!
I sit here in my comfy chair,
Having just returned from,
The doctor’s chair,
Taking down a lot of notes,
That my brain,
Can no longer, hold
He said to me, ‘you have this and that,
And you must take these and those.’
This one, for that one, and
That one, for this one, and
On and on it goes.
Until I feel my head,
Will simply just explode!
One for PAIN, one for PRESSURE,
Three just so I can BREATH.
Wait! Stop! I think I’m
Going Insane!
Why can’t I just start anew?
Anytime I please.
Why is life, so unfair?
Can I take these,
in the, afternoon?
My body just rebels,
Against all my efforts,
To be well.
I fight back, but to no avail.
One for sleep, one to stay awake.
Who wrote these rules that I must obey?
Where is the end, no where in sight?
That I can see,
In my simple life.
I’m just a poor country girl,
Who worked hard all her life.
So many PILLS, he says,
That I have to take,
Then you SEE, all the BILLS,
Someone please help me, for God’s sake.
INSURANCE!
Who wrote that book, for pities sake?
How can one AFFORD that?
With all the money, they do take.
DOCTORS! PILLS! And BILLS!
This is all the future has for me,
As far as I can see?
Why can’t I just start anew?
Redo my body, so I can be just like you.
To live a life, without the pain,
Before I completely, go INSANE.
Written by:
Asha`di
March, 2010
Asha`di
