This is a subject that has been on my mind (and my neck) ever since it arrived. The poem is not to be taken as a fully formed opinion. It’s merely a bit of idle thinking about deeper issues. Or deeper thinking about idle issues. Or both… Or perhaps a load of twaddle.
On thinking about my body’s bad behaviour, and about Pinocchio’s lies
Does the human body decide to punish you
for your so-called bad behaviour?
When you shovel junk down your gob,
do you deserve that flabby gut?
I’d say yes to both, and try my best
to be gentle to my outer self.
I exercise, and try to consume
food I know is good.
My body though, is being bad
and attacking bits of me –
this disease I have is what can happen
when bits get their wires crossed.
The problem is medically being controlled,
and the damage is being mended.
But now another bit’s gone wrong
and causing an unsightly growth.
Is my body angry at my naughty ways,
when I eat that chocolate or those chips?
The growth on my neck might be equal to
Pinocchio’s lying nose –
growing longer and larger, every time
I opt for taste and not nutrition.
It’s on my neck and getting longer
as I dine out every week.
Doctor said the growth will fall off –
skin tags do and I hope he’s right.
My long hair hides the offending growth,
but now my hair’s falling out too!