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.