We read a poem
Sometimes understanding,
sometimes not.
If not, we think
It must be sick.
Something must be wrong with it.
So we send it to the doctors office.
For a checkup.
To be poked
And prodded.
To make sure everything is right in its head.
But our lack of understanding,
And ability to broaden our minds
Makes us in need
Of a doctor.
Perhaps a neurologist.
Jul 11, 2011
Jul 11, 2011 at 7:56 PM UTC
We read a poem
Sometimes understanding,
sometimes not.
If not, we think
It must be sick.
Something must be wrong with it.
So we send it to the doctors office.
For a checkup.
To be poked
And prodded.
To make sure everything is right in its head.
But our lack of understanding,
And ability to broaden our minds
Makes us in need
Of a doctor.
Perhaps a neurologist.
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