Feeling insipid today
by David E. Booker
Feeling insipid today.
Side pain won’t go away.
My workload’s here to stay.
Yes, feeling insipid today.
Co-worker asked me out
So she can just re-spot
The things this place is about
That only make me shout:
Feeling insipid today.
You’re a pain that won’t go away.
My work life should here stay.
Yes, feeling insipid today.
Her offer I did decline,
Being of a simple mind
That re-living this place confined
Is ridiculous beyond sublime.
Gallbladder must come out.
Sits under my liver and pouts,
Feels like it’s putting out grout.
The pain just makes me shout:
Feeling insipid today.
This pain in my side’s Grade A.
My gallbladder should go away.
Yes, feeling insipid today.
Of it, I’ll make a shrine.
Next to my Buddha you’ll find
Its new home in the brine
With spirituality refined:
I’ll feel less insipid that day
Surgery will have taken away
The pain that’s made me say:
“Yes, feeling insipid today.”
Vita absurd est
That’s just my best guess
About this entire mess
That I try to digest.
Work is rife with strife
My gallbladder has a new life
Due to a surgeon’s knife
And yet it won’t suffice:
Feeling insipid today
This pain won’t go away.
My overload’s here to stay.
Yes, feeling insipid today.
[Editor’s note: been feeling a bit under the weather these past few days, so have not been at the blog entry writing as much. I hope to feel better soon. And if wondering, it is not a gallbladder issue. A draft of this poem was written long before today. I was only thinking that for the one or two people who read and enjoy (or at least tolerate) my posts, I needed to post a piece of work of some sort.]



