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Created on: May 07, 2010
My Eyes
The optometrist smiled and said :"It's just dry eyes."
I smiled back and said: "That's a bag of lies."
The doctor said: They are closed by stress."
I smiled again, and asked: "Just a guess?"
The chiropractor cracked my spine
"Nerves aren't pinched, so you'll be fine."
The acupuncturist said: "You'll be fixed in a year!
With 42 treatments and a strong elixir."
The naturopath said: "It's a virus, I'm sure
Just take all these supplements, that is the cure."
The blood analyst smiled and said: "Look at those cells
Mycoplasma and yeast and who knows what else!"
The opthamologist said with a frown and a sigh
"Something's not right. I'll refer you to a guy."
So off to the hospital to see the neuro
They say he's a "movement disorder" hero.
A few questions here, a grunt and a frown
"You've got Meige Syndrome, but don't feel down.
It hangs on a lifetime and even gets worse.
Your eyes will squeeze shut. It will feel like a curse.
And then it will move to your jaw and your throat
Your voice-it will sound like an old billy goat.
Your neck will get twisted in perpetual pain
And you never will feel or look quite the same.
The treatment is Botox. You should feel very blessed
While others are aging-why, Doll-you'll look the best!
No wrinkles or frown lines, just wide open eyes."
Well, what can I say? That was quite a surprise.
"So Doc, will I die?" I wanted to know.
"What? From your eyes? Why, heaven's, NO!"
It will just be a pain and make every day
A trial that refines you and turns your hair gray.
Your brain will be sleepy, and eyes will not see
Because eyelids will be closed continuously."
"Oh, great!" I thought and heaved to the core.
(I should have stopped at the chiropractor.)
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