A poem about illness

Last night as I lay in my hot, sweaty bed
I was thinking strange thoughts in my hot, sweaty head
It was very depressing, and very frustrating
Then suddenly I started hallucinating
The walls and the ceilings went backwards and out
The fear gripped my heart, and my throat tried to shout.
I was lifted and pulled on a pillow unseen
Like that boy in ‘The Snowman’ or a drunk on pocheen
I left my hot over-weight body behind
And trekked ‘cross the Heavens, my future to find
I swept ‘neath the stars and I flew with the night
I was naked and scared and yet somehow alright
From the Darkness I spotted a welcoming house
With a fire and some food and a bottle of Grouse
with companions a-plenty I sat by the hearth
And drank myself silly and made them all laugh
There was Einstein and Newton and Mother Teresa
And all thought that I was a number one geezer
They hung on my words and they smiled with glee
And agreed that the best of all people was ME!
Then a sight that could cause me fifteen heart attacks:
That c*** Jamie Oliver making the snacks!!
From a dream that was joyous, exciting and pleasant
To a meeting in Hell with that common, thick peasant.
Thank God, I remembered this all was a dream
So I beat him to death with a tub of whipped cream
And I shouted “Ha – ha!! I cannot be arrested!!
No matter how many I’ve killed or molested!
For this party’s a subconscious vision, not real;
I can be what I like, I can do what I feel
With no need for concern about recriminations
The best thing about illness? It’s Hallucinations!!

I thank you..

RC 16-1-09
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