1987


Don't Mention Them

Sometimes it's hard
to find the right doctor
When the right one
can't be found
For some it's a
wild rat race- A
loony merry-go-round

You tell one
"Got pain in my throat"
and quickly he
checks your feet
And he checks your
Ear and nose
And the stuff you
ain't got, so to speak

Each doctor takes its toll
You spend for ailments
You ain't got-
And while they're doing
All their guessing, You're
the next thing to resting
In that eternal parking lot




Poetry by Helen Paquin The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-10-04 at 13:40

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Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
That sounds bad!
Ashe
2017-10-04