It gnaws at you and disables
This thing they call pee dee,
Or now called simply ‘Parkinson’s,
The dee is not p.c.
It has made me very bitter,
Twisted and alone,
Sitting in a solitary world,
All I seem to do is moan.
This poetry place now threatens,
I don’t know why or how,
I feel a kind of sadness
Descending on me now.
That pee dee is responsible,
A fight with invisible foe,
We are in this altogether
But it makes intolerance grow.
If the dee was lost so easily
Because it rocked P.C.
I’m sure I wouldn’t mind
The same fate for the pee.
No more need for worries
No need to feel depressed
Cured in one short moment
P and D now laid to rest!
pee cee pees me off
it is a disease damn it
my ease is dissed and i am pissed
off with it
down's syndrome (note not a disease)
is now down syndrome
so will it be parkinson?
or called trisomy 21
its still the same pain in the bum
that sounds positive
whats in a name? old bill asked
the pains the same
and in time
old connotations aggregate around the new
and another euphemism is required
It's a curious thing this"catch 22"
Damned if you don't and damned if you do
Look in the mirror is it happening to you
Well if you have pd then it's all nothing new.
Take all medication,not one but a few
Don't take it at all abstain take what's due
Embrace all that's pd or curse it all till your Blue
Can,t run or can,t hide from the"catch 22".
Smile or you frown it's a slap in the face
Be bad to be good,be good to disgrace
Walk in a straight line veer all over the place
Slow down take your time then in spurts off you race.
Grimace in pain,don't take the pills that you should do
Take the pills they prescribe feel like the person you knew
Feel good for short term but it's your long term they screw
Choices all no solutions,constant"catch 22".
Sit there in silence or chatter away
Feel coordinated a while or do things go astray
Move freely stop stricken is there glue on my shoe
No,it's the pd meds inconvenience,the"catch 22".
Stop gambling,stop drinking discontinue each vice
Live life like a Monk avoiding all that is nice
Well it,s nice things I choose so I stumble on through
Shove all your pd medications and your"catch 22".
My words merge in a muddle can,t hardly write now at all
Where once I could walk now I stumble and fall
But there's only one choice,only one thing to do
Struggle by with PD but no"catch 22".
Oh Titan, it's hell isn't it?
Clinic day tomorrow!
What fun, I hear you say!
Sign in at the desk,
Let the nurses weigh!
Sit down in the waiting room,
Look around and see
Many people staring,
Looking straight through me.
Do they even notice
What is going on?
Or are they deep in thought?
Facial expression – gone!
I try to look quite cheerful,
But fear is growing now,
To walk down that long corridor,
Can’t imagine how!
I wonder if I’ll make it?
Or will I stand and freeze?
No way that I can move
Stubborn legs like these.
Clinic day tomorrow!
I’m frightened even now.
Facing that long corridor,
To walk it – How? How? How?
a peedee haiku
even those who hold our hand
the same corridor
So true Turnip
Lin Hope everything is okay today
lin - hope it went well
i am having a nose job
the UV rays
have burnt my nose
the dreaded spot
will now be froze
if that dont do
then poor turnip's
will get a snip
perhaps australia wasnt such a good idea?
Well any country that has funnel web spiders lurking about in every dunny, ready to sink those huge fangs into ones buttocks (at best) and your asking for trouble.
OK in Scotland you have rabid bats, haggis, Nessie, neds and midgies to content with but at least you can plant yourself and read your paper, rather than use it as a weapon.
Anyway thats november nearly up and no cure, it's St Andrews day tomorrow, so maybe ...
Haggis, Totties & Neeps with a few tinnies of McEwan's IPA, and a few drams of Glayva. That cures most things.
Talking of cures, Jeremy Kyle has just started, there's a cure for insomnia and self pity.
If not we'll start a December cure.
no haggis here -
they eat your brain
but then again
whats there to loose
neeps haggis choose