Denial

I feel the flow from head to toe,
I’m not so sure it’s all unabated.
The EKG says it all runs free,
Personally, me thinks the machine is overrated.

They poke and prod until I am porous,
They listen yet simultaneously ignore.
They contemplate before they inform us,
I wonder how many steps to the door.

The x-rays were a little undaunting,
A process with assembly line precision.
The room is dark and dank almost haunting,
And I am left totally out of the decision.


Three vials of blood and one cup of urine,
It’s good I was not left standing.
Fluids needed whether pure or full of toxin,
A hard tile floor does not make for a soft landing.

My favorite abuse is the treadmill,
And I am more than embarrassed to say.
Being able to cough up a lung at will,
After 3 minutes I was ready to call it a day.


So now for the results I sit and wait,
All I said was I just don’t feel all that good.
It’s not that I don’t feel a little old as of late,
The difference unfolds between could and should.