I went to the doctor today
With a dull pain in my poor etymology.
When I went in,he said ,sit down and pray.
I am studying spiritualology.
I said,doctor it doesn’t exist
Language is public not private.
He cried,Do not try to resist.
I am hoping to re-socialise it.
I said Spirituality’s sufficient
No need for spiritualology.
He told me my brain was deficient.
And it might affect my parapsychology.
I wonder if he’s in his right mind
For I only went there for a flu shot.
But I hate to be very behind.
I do need to go to the loo a lot.
They say that words can kill when we’re hate filled,
And excommunicating folk is an error.
But if life is predetermined we’re fulfilled.
Yet in our contrarian way, we feel terror.
Etymology passes the time well
When you’re on antibiotics for cystitis.
And even if it’s only a chill,
Can the bladder ever get tonsilitis?
I which we had been told the right names
For the parts hid by knickers voluminous
I thought my red tongue was to blame.
Running right through me and out at the terminus.