Thursday, 19 June 2025

Can't shake this disease

Can’t shake this disease

 

Need to see you doc

I've got a spot

And it's been itching a lot.

Got through to reception

All I got was rejection.

Need an injection

Of physician affection.

 

And after the maze

My head’s in a haze

From the options and choice

Want to hear a kind human voice.

But instead,

A well-read

Monotone multiple-choice,

Looking after my wellbeing

But will I be seen?

Or listen to this droning machine.

 

Pulled my own tooth out.

No dentists about.

It had got infected

Again, got rejected.

Yanked it out today

The root and the decay.

 

Really need some ointment

But there are no appointments.

Just pain and disappointment.

Seems you've got to be in the loop

Or extremely ill,

To get a prescription

For a pill.

 

Need a good dosage

Of a diagnosis,

Someone to look after my brains -

And my veins!

Feeling the strain

And the remains

Of afterpains.

 

Tried to contact GP

Now well over sixty

Pressed many phone keys.

While feeling so crappy

And there's no guarantee

Anyone will see me.

 

There is an outbreak

NHS in a state.

Now it's one big bellyache

Feeling so much unease

Can't shake this disease.

Fill a form online

Can’t do it, almost blind

But I must address

The NHS

You’re doing your best

It’s not your fault it’s a mess.

But I do need some antibiotics,

Please.   

 

Copyright Linda Lawrence

20th June 2025                      


Devil's incarnate

 Devil's incarnate


It's only you
That can wipe away
My sunny disposition
I wear everyday
I want to leave
But always stay
And even after
You hit my arm today
I look after your hygiene
On a Thursday and Monday
But with your procrastination
We make no headway
You no longer upset me
Whatever you say
'Thick as two planks'
Or calling me gay
You shout and scream at me
You think I lead you astray
And wish you'd keep your disgusting words
At bay
The behaviour you display
Causes so much dismay
You are the devil's incarnate
Anyway
You contort your face
As I wash your hair of grey
I'm not assisting you
I help your partner
Who helps you in every way
You are a lucky woman
Who gets full attention each day
Your psyche and demeaner
Are completely frayed
Thank goodness I leave before midday
It's really not ok
That from you I need a holiday

25/05/2025