Straightness

Bent conundrums plague those who abhor all broken lines.
Some think that the smallest curves deserve the biggest fines.
Run it off the page and you could spend your life in jail.
Straightness is the rage. A bucket list is just a pail.
Don’t hang around with free forms, as their danger is inherent.
And one who talks about norms is a criminal apparent.
Put all your faith in both boxes and walls, anything with angles.
Let corners and lids play with your kids. Adopt a few rectangles.
One just needs to know that the flight of the crow
is the straight man’s new best friend.
Organize things, and cut off all wings.
Containment’s the ultimate end.

The Sick Squad (Hospital poem 3)

The medical bounty hunters

are closing in on me.
I insist there’s nothing wrong,
but they say that can’t be.
A man is made of sicknesses,
there’s no such thing as well.
They’ll keep me in their grasp and care
from birth to final bell.
You’ll find they lurk at hospitals
and frequent pharmacies.
The feds and meds and big pharm heads
combine to pay their fees.
Next time you see some men with stretchers
parked along your block,
run like hell, they’re out to get you.
You are on the clock.