I’m working an entry and thinking up words.
To tell you what’s happened in quick little blurbs.
I have a new doc, new meds, and less pain.
That would be good, man, if I were still sane.
Somehow, I can’t do it. The words just won’t come,
unless they are rhyming which just isn’t fun.
My daughter’s addicted to one nasty cat.
You know the one. He wears a striped hat.
His way of speaking is stuck in my brain.
I can’t get it out! It’s like tracks and a train.
It’s all coming out with rhythm and rhyme,
I fear that the cure is nothing but time.
This Seuss and these meds are a terrible mix.
It is a conundrum. I don’t know the fix.
If it continues I will tell my new doc,
my system can’t handle two doc’s in one shock.
For now this is all I can say, I can’t think–
How do I ‘splain THIS mess to my shrink!?!
And so in the meantime, know that I’m well.
Other than sitting here deep in Seuss hell