There it is again Another thing To endanger my health Way back when It was DDT The mosquito killer And we’ve known for years That smoking wasn’t The best use of the air Next it was the TV Which turned us into Couch potatoes What ever I eat Seems to turn to Cholesterol Now it seems I’ve Been ingesting BP? From plastic all these years Life is becoming Difficult to maintain One even might Regard it as a Terminal disease So we need Another pill To do what Should we try To extend life Indefinitely Or develop A painless Euthanasia pill
02/12/2010
I recently read that poetry is bad for the brain, too! Enjoyed this one though. And sympathise.
as long as there are odes of yours to read, to take on this ship called life, life will be much more smoother sailing and if the waters get too rough, your ode will serve me for a lifesaver. your odes float, George.
if everything is killing us even the stuff that's supposed to be saving us is killing us...
"One even might Regard it as a Terminal disease" - great ironic line.
