I saw the doc' today.
Things are okay, but...
Better have it checked,
exercise ECG for you, he said.
I, of course, agreed.
*
I've seen pictures
of a treadmill in a prison.
Dreadful thing to torture humans on.
Grey lives made grayer,
to pay for crimes that
never could be paid for;
they hardly saw the light of day.
*
Thankfully the one awaiting me
is part of modern therapy,
hooked up to such gadgetry
it will record how I do
or don't perform, heart stressed
and under pressure...
*
From the data, all being well,
specialists will then meditate,
then medicate, and hopefully
I'll say: The doc' saw me today.
*
© Dennis Crompton 1996
(first published www.denniscrompton.wordpress.com 2013)
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