I have my doctor’s appointment today…: A poem 

I have my doctor’s appointment today 

Did I ask for my walk of life in this way? 

Or did I seek to tell you where my poems lay, 

in which closet or mortuary, and not the light of day? 

I want to insist to my GP that I’ve grown old! 

Is there a lot of light in the way the story unfolds? 

I feel muted by discretion, hesitation too leaves me cold 

Yet, somehow, I feel as brave as youth; and bold 

You know doctor, I am a crockpot of patience 

I don’t have to tell you that aloud to have you convinced 

I am vintage cheddar, but I don’t like to call myself cheese 

Lest I get Albanese’s whoring syphillis disease! 

And you ought to know that the land of milk and honey is in one’s soul 

Unlike as for ANA and PSP, Sodom and Gomorrah should not set one’s goals 

Unlike ANA and PSP, I did not run from pillar to post and poles 

to be a predator that makes innocent victims his prey of blinded foals! 

I love my innocent vulnerable even if they be humiliated by the deceit 

And if that deceit should, then, in turn, on me repeat 

I am not afraid; it is criminals like Albanese and PSP who fear defeat 

That is why they work to defraud my armies and me; and endeavour to, destiny, cheat