AstraZenica nearly killed my dad,
\nAstraZenica made me really mad.
\nHe only had the shot a few weeks,
\nThen the lights went out,
\nhis roses lost their cheeks.<\/p>\n
They say that all he had was a stroke,
\nnothing unusual for such an old folk,
\nBut they forget his had the jab,
\nand wanted to know,
\nwas he feeling real bad.<\/p>\n
I dunno
\ncant you see,
\nhe hasn’t even finished
\nhis cup of tea.<\/p>\n
His talking a little half dutchy talk,
\nnothing we’d understand
\nits outa sorts.<\/p>\n
His not able to get to his feet,
\ngrab the stretcher,
\nwe’ve not got all week.<\/p>\n
But they prodded and poke,
\nWith all those weapons they tote.
\nchecking pulse checking able
\nchecking if his normally capable.<\/p>\n
Then wheel him out,
\nno not the table.
\nIt never fits,
\nthrough the front doors gable.<\/p>\n
So I lift him up,
\nunder the arms,
\nhe feels quite week,
\nNo more farming.<\/p>\n
And we wave him off,
\nwait for the doctor.
\nWho’ll call us promptly,
\nwhen and where his tabled.<\/p>\n
So what do you know?
\nhe had another.
\nOn the way into,
\nthe hospital cover.<\/p>\n
Did a scan and ran,
\ninto the helicopter van.
\nFlew off ubruptly,
\nsinging Medico’s for Jan.<\/p>\n
So anyway,
\nas it seems,
\nthey operated,
\ngot the clot from his meme.<\/p>\n
went in through his leg,
\nnow thank goodness,
\nhis resting,
\nnot dead.<\/p>\n
They did great,
\nat Monash Center,
\nsaved him despite,
\ngovernments do hanker.<\/p>\n
They don’t know,
\nmessaging RNA,
\nor how that’ll playout,
\nand the end of the day.<\/p>\n
But his back to his old,
\ngrumpy self,
\nLaughing at others,
\npains and swells.<\/p>\n
So blessed be the system were in,
\nIt’ll save some and leave others in doubt.
\nThanks to the nurses and doctors did help,
\nI wonder if they’re less likely,
\nto be squandering their health!<\/p>\n
I know I know,
\nIts your health for some wealth,
\nyou work while your able,
\ndespite it being hell.<\/p>\n
But can’t you see,
\nwords can burn,
\ncontext contained,
\nthe references once learned.<\/p>\n
Were not at school now,
\nkids you will see.
\nThe worlds unforgiving,
\nno site left unseen.<\/p>\n
You may see,
\nthe weather today,
\nnot knowing if it closes,
\nin on your parade.<\/p>\n
Set you back,
\na dozen and ten,
\nmakes you take stock,
\nof that gift your born in.<\/p>\n
Skin in the game,
\nbone all intact,
\nThen there hope for you yet,
\nIts just another setback.<\/p>\n
pickup your cloister,
\npickup your roll,
\npickup the scrotum,
\nclose your arsehole.<\/p>\n
Look at the ceiling,
\nrise for the occasion,
\nwhich letter best,
\nreflects your sensation?<\/p>\n
I’m all bend out of shape
\non o,
\nIts rings most truly,
\ntell me to go.<\/p>\n
because I do,
\nbecause I look,
\nbecause of the sound,
\nbecause of the book.<\/p>\n
With the culmination,
\nof the internet,
\nwe’ve been exposed,
\nto things best left.<\/p>\n
because of of,
\nbecause of to,
\nbecause of mom,
\nbecause of you.<\/p>\n
Its on again,
\nits off again,
\nits over,
\nor ready to shoot again.<\/p>\n
Who asks the questions,
\nwhich clown rools the roost.
\nI do not know the half of it,
\nwhich cow can sloop a ghost.<\/p>\n
If it behooves you,
\nand I know it will,
\nwatch the wrinkles disappear,<\/p>\n
pucker up,
\nif your able,
\ngive yourself a different smile.<\/p>\n
kiss the air,
\nbut kiss it high,
\nThere a god up there,
\nin the sky.<\/p>\n
Lots of stars,
\nto appreciate,
\nlots of stars,
\nto navigate.<\/p>\n
I wouldn’t be mesmerized,
\nor blown away,
\nby the tails visible,
\nas they shoot away.<\/p>\n
There’s lots space,
\nfOr us to please,
\nOurselves and Others,
\nfrOm under our sleves.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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