Monday, January 15, 2007

I Exam

I kept forgetting who I was

I made a doctor’s appointment

Surely there would be some ointment

I said “My ego’s lost its buzz.”

“Instead of memory, there’s fuzz.”

“Nothing brings any enjoyment.”

“All I get is disappointment.”

Doctor says, “Ah, this is because . . .”

“You have existential crisis.”

“Buddhists would say this is good.”

“No more desire, no more self.”

“But here’s what my advice is . . .”

“Get a hobby, maybe work wood.”

“My bill will shock you back to health.”

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