I did not take the new medication again, I <br />have decided I can feel bad all by myself <br />no need for prescription drugs to achieve <br />that objective, one sandwich and the allergy <br />gives the same effect, much cheaper and <br />much more enjoyable also; feeling my <br />head contracting <br /> <br />Because of white capsules, is kind of stupid <br />while feeling bad because of the staple of life: <br />bread, seems much more noble and inevitable <br />here endeth the lesson, time to check my text <br />and reflect on the meaning of life, the power <br />has been turned on, Madame La Pompadour <br />and her crew <br /> <br />Are working all virtuous and conscientious <br />I am the only one who believes that life entails <br />more than being ensconced within four walls <br />retrieving my soul from Pratchett’s humourous <br />touch to dive into the greyness on my desk – <br />time to learn to laugh at life even when the <br />labour of love <br /> <br />Converting one language into another, presenting <br />the same lines, the same content; is not amusing <br />the only joy I derive is knowing that the intended <br />reader will derive even less joy than I did on first <br />reading the text - and will take even less action <br />than I did - what consolation!<br /><br />Margaret Alice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/2010-09-07-consolation/
