I get angry, when I sneeze,
and when I lose my keys,
for such a thing, does irk me so,
as I'll have, nowhere to go!
I’m irritated, when I cough,
for my switch; is then; turned off,
I have too many; things to do,
please; no blockade, phlegm tissue!
I’m in a rut, when I hiccup,
such a stalling; rude stick up,
again, I have to make a pause,
that hinders my stout worthy cause!
I am livid, biting tongue,
is thinking hard, so very wrong?
If it isn’t, leave me be,
as I need to stay, with me!
I hate it, when my ears do pop,
it truly stirs an aural slop,
for silence, birds and sense I love,
hence, stop it, with this bio-shove!
A pox; on times, I have a cramp,
my step; delayed; no longer champ,
the road’s already, a hard biz,
so; no more; my calf and fizz!
I’m really mad, stubbing toe,
such clumsy pain, shunts my flow,
of getting tasks; complete in here,
a lack of purpose, is my fear!
I’m catatonic, when I fall down,
to meet the failure, on the ground,
where my soul; cries: “I am dead”,
coz’ my effort's, never led!
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Author:
AuburnScribbler (
Offline) - Published: July 8th, 2026 09:08
- Comment from author about the poem: This one is somewhat written in a more humourous tone, than the last few I have posted. However, again, I do feel that there is a darker underbelly of a message here, about the flimsiness and vulnerability of humanity. In this "too fast" paced modern era, there are too many people, doing too many things, and they are doing them too quickly. Thus, they do not need the "inconvenience" of their "soft", mortal bodies to interfere with their daily routines. Even a simple cough, can ruin the day of a "germaphobe, ultra-work focused mogul", in their everyday running of their business. Hence, because of such egoism of humanity, everybody needs to be doing something, and doing it unhindered, it would seem. However, there are so many dark times, when greedy employers, or unhelpful governments, maintain their "whipping boy", questionable ways. It means that as a sad conclusion, a lot of innocent workers, are working themselves to death. Either it be a junior doctor working long hours in a hospital, to a soldier from a poor family serving their country. (Or as the case maybe, a dodgy government's nefarious pseudo-political-religious will!) With this said, I give you this tongue in cheek poem, written in the guise of a "busy body", who just has to get his work done, regardless of any obstacle. I hope that you enjoy and take something from this poem, and as always, please do stay safe in the madness everyone!
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Comments1
A tongue in cheek write of self inflicted harm from being human in sneeze, cough or stubbing of a toe. Whether reflex or negligence self blame is what we all do. Well written
Thanks for the read, for your kind praise, and for you agreeable; and very related comment sorenbarrett, it is very much appreciated.
I hope that all is well.
You are most welcome Auburn
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