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The Names
Posted by Kitt
The names, the names, the names, the names,
O my goodness, the names—
The person we knew,
The people we met,
The families we held,
The tears we let.
Our team was called,
Our team replied,
Our team toiled,
On each other our team relied.
The names, the names…
“Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I should die before I wake…”
Bless our hospice for the care we take.
The names….
Wats Dere Looking For?
Posted by Kitt
Does you see dem crows rousting in my lawn?
Can you tell me wats dere looking for?
Can you be my girl, I write so much better then?
But loud came the watercooler repairmen—
And chased away my better dream.
Another one active,
The other one only pre-
I works in hospice,
Can’t ya see?
First glass gone,
Second glass, looming—
What “engrasse” provokes birds so?
Where’s true love, do you know?
I believe I need to find a Muse.
Another one active,
The other one only pre-
I works in hospice,
Can’t ya see?
We’re gonna have a man’tory meetin:’
Number one billion ten thousand two-ish
Clearcommunicationiskey:
Wats it about? GO FISH!
I works in hospice,
Can’t ya see?
Another one active,
The other one only pre-
Does you see dem crows rousting in my lawn?
Can you tell me wats dere looking for?
Skeeters, beetles, crawlers creepy-oh!
If only us arachnids knew what was in store….
Posted in Poem
Tags: actively dying, arachnids, beetles, birds, bugs, cna's, communication, corporate nonsense, crows, Go Fish!, hospice, hospice workers, lawns, loneliness, lonely heart, manditory pointless meetings, merlot, Muse, nurses, pre-active dying, repairmen, skeeters, social workers, supervisors, true love, watercoolers, wine, wine glass
Everybody Pistoled Off
Posted by Kitt
Every body is pistoled off!
I mad at everyone!
I mad at you and you and you and you
And him and her and they and them
And it!
I jus wanna fall down, bang my head,
And spit!
And here come my caseworker,
He SMILES SO NICE,
But he don’t know nuthin bout nuthin.
And here come my nurse,
She SMILES SO BIG:
And tells me I’m lazy, I’m no good, I don’t listen,
I’m stupid; I’m non-complement, and bunch other words—
BUT I DON’T KNOW NO LATIN!
But made it home and the cat’s a wailing:
Feedmefeedmefeedmefeedmefeedme
In “Pure Meow”, of course.
He’s pistoled off too.
Dumb fur ball! You’re non-complement!
Oh Hale, Season’s Greetings!
Posted in Poem
Tags: cats, Christmas, frustration, Holiday Time, misunderstanding, nurses, patients, social workers, venting