Kitten On a Doctor's Hook
The neurologist hung me out to dry
“No cure,” says he as I hang by a thread
All dressed up and wanting to fly
Took torturous tests that I did dread
What? No means of comfort? Have I misread?
Like a kitten on a hook, I hang and wait
Please take me down and offer hope
Now in a chiropractor’s hands I rest my fate
On my spine he’ll press and grope
With the symptoms, I’m learning to cope
Yet, as I hang here, medical bills are tossed at me
Insurance pays a bit, but it’s running out
Praying for a treatment to set me free
Months pass; whiskers grow from my snout
In a debtors’ prison I’ll land, no doubt
July 31, 2011
By Carolyn Devonshire
*Entry for Francine’s “Hangin’ in There” contest
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011
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