Long Kidney stone Poems
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Got a nasty rash ?
To the laptop dash
Turn it on and see
What that nasty rash could be !
Oh Google it, google it,
When your tummy hurts a bit
When you’re feeling lousy
Have a little “browsy”
Could that boil be cancer?
Best not use the lancer,
Got to check it out,
See what it’s all about.
Oh Google it, google it,
When your tummy hurts a bit.
When you’re feeling lousy
Have a little “browsy”
Having trouble on the throne ?
It could be a kidney stone,
Too much calcium I’m sure
Or could it be something more ?
Oh Google it, google it,
When your tummy hurts a bit
When you’re feeling lousy
Have a little “browsy”
Ringing in your ear ?
Well help is very near
In WEBmd we trust
It could be tinnitus.
Oh Google it, google it,
When your tummy hurts a bit
When you’re feeling lousy
Have a little “browsy”
Do the symptoms fit?
Will I get over it ?
How long have I got ?
Don’t get tied up in a knot
Just Google it, google it,
When your tummy hurts a bit
When you’re feeling lousy
Have a little “browsy”
Check the specification
Of every medication
Just log on and connect
To see every side effect
Oh Google it, google it,
When your tummy hurts a bit
When you’re feeling lousy
Have a little “browsy”
Heartburn or indigestion ?
That’s the kind of question
You need the answers quick
So just key it in and click
Oh Google it, google it,
When your tummy hurts a bit
When you’re feeling lousy
Have a little “browsy”
Is it just a chat room rumour
Could this really be a tumour ?
Don’t end up getting stressed
Just put your browser to the test
Oh Google it, google it,
When your tummy hurts a bit
When you’re feeling lousy
Have a little “browsy”
So when you’ve made your diagnosis
And determined your prognosis,
Don’t let your worries breed,
Let the fear and stress recede.
Oh google it, google it,
Find a lovely place to sit,
Enjoy the sun and have a drink
And pull yourself back from the brink !
If love were 'dark matter'
it would be the size
of a small kidney stone.
Hate is
an intestinal tapeworm
that gnaws at our vitals,
though most folks
remain unsure just what 'vitals' are.
The human brain
does not write poetry,
it merely crouches inside one ear,
while shouting into the other.
Poetry abides at the center
of an ever-expanding constellation
deep within the pineal gland -
that physical presence
manipulates, as many as
ten fingertips or toes
plus, a sloshed Calliope
swinging back and forth,
as she clings precariously
to chandelier-like Adam's apple.
Lips learn to think for themselves,
with the help of undocumented
angels.
Thus, naturally
organically produced poetry
can easily be manifest
while a nose dips deep
into a foaming glass of beer.
The bastards who dole out abuse
Like seeing my neck in a noose
But they've only sewn
A razor-edged kidney stone
Which for them has pain to induce
Author's note: Abuse can be enforced poverty and economic unfairness, forced relocation, racism and discrimination, religious intolerance, rape, forced labor, abduction, a lack of peace (of mind) and numerous other things. Life shouldn't seem like it's happening in a concentration camp. People need to have dreams and hope and know that they can have a job and that work will pay off. Are these the root cause issues of unrest we should address, or do we just build a bigger set of fences everywhere and see what happens?
Bake the world a cake and wear your shimmering crown of perfection.
Gorge on pure bites of unearned kindness to feed your grievous bodily farm.
Your dignity is a sight unseen.
Like a spider in mucous your predicament is set, your progress smothered.
We all know your street of benevolence ends in a potholed cul-de-sac.
Vanish down your own sinkhole.
Tears on a fat cheek bleed a needy trail that screams for holy reverence.
A path carved in righteous marble yields nothing but jeers from the gallery.
Consider yourself considered.
Interactions that pass like a kidney stone from bloody stream to toilet bowl.
All is mimicry, all is disgust, and the smile is ill, the smile is façade.
Your smile needs a trauma clean.