I was asked for a poem about my plight.
After a sort debate, I said alright.
Since you've asked for Poetry, Madam
I will try, said Marc-I -Am
My favorite poet was Dr. Seuss
So watch out now, I’m on the loose
Parkinson’s may have slowed me down
But on my face. appears no frown
Limbaugh may think that we are fakin'.
I'll mix him a Martini, he'll see it's not stirred but shaken.
Buttons, Ties and Laces cause me trouble
And I'd prefer to skip a shave and have a stubble
My handwritten is unrecognizable
sloppy, shaky and barely sizeable.
But if you attempt to match me, word for word
I guarantee, you'll look absurd.
Don't waste your time with this endeavour.
My mind is just as sharp as ever
Just as it was, when I did start,
It's my second favorite body part.
Showing posts with label Dr Seuss. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dr Seuss. Show all posts
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
March 1, 2011. Doctor My Eyes
Well, it's that time again. Tomorrow I go to my GP for a physical. Thursday to my Neurologist to have my elbows bent.
Tomorrow is the Three P's, Poking, Proding and Peeing. In less then one hour, and for almost as much money, this man can tell me the same things that my wife does. 1) You need to lose weight; 2) You eat too many sweets; 3) I'd like to see you in a year. Same things that my wife says.
On Thursday, I get to bend my elbow, do the "talky, talk" song from South Pacific, count back from 100 by 7's (I'm good at that), and walk down a hall.
I guess that these visits are necessary, if only to rule out that I don't have Hoof and Mouth Disease, but I'm tired of Doctors. I can't count the number of Doctors that I've seen the last few years.
There was the one who cleans my ears, the one you checked on my back and told me that I was done playing ball, the one who checked my elbow, the one who checked my hand, the one who told be that my MRI showed nothing Dr Howard, Dr Fine and Dr. Howard.
These people go where no man has gone before.
There are one Doctor who I don't tire of, Dr Seuss.
I do not want your hand up there
I certainly don't want the pair.
If you want to check that place,
at least please kiss me on the face
I'm tired of the Docs that I see,
I'm sure by now that they're tired of me!
Tomorrow is the Three P's, Poking, Proding and Peeing. In less then one hour, and for almost as much money, this man can tell me the same things that my wife does. 1) You need to lose weight; 2) You eat too many sweets; 3) I'd like to see you in a year. Same things that my wife says.
On Thursday, I get to bend my elbow, do the "talky, talk" song from South Pacific, count back from 100 by 7's (I'm good at that), and walk down a hall.
I guess that these visits are necessary, if only to rule out that I don't have Hoof and Mouth Disease, but I'm tired of Doctors. I can't count the number of Doctors that I've seen the last few years.
There was the one who cleans my ears, the one you checked on my back and told me that I was done playing ball, the one who checked my elbow, the one who checked my hand, the one who told be that my MRI showed nothing Dr Howard, Dr Fine and Dr. Howard.
These people go where no man has gone before.
There are one Doctor who I don't tire of, Dr Seuss.
I do not want your hand up there
I certainly don't want the pair.
If you want to check that place,
at least please kiss me on the face
I'm tired of the Docs that I see,
I'm sure by now that they're tired of me!
Friday, January 7, 2011
January 7, 2011. If Doctor Seuss wrote this Blog
Apologies to Dr. Seuss
It was early December
The sky it was pouring
Quite cold He'd remember
Another day boring.
He was reviewing a Contract
and while making an annotation
The hand of Marc, The Attorney
was causing him frustration
His writing was shrinking
Microscopic some say
He hadn't been drinking
It just came out that way
He tried felt and ball point
He found no solution
Was Marc, the Attorney
Stuck with written diminution
Soon he detected
discomfort while driving
His foot was affected
the pleasure depriving
Now his arm remained stagnent
whenever he walked
"See a Doctor," his wife said
He no longer balked
He went to the First Doc
Doctor Howard was he
He conferred with his flock
Howard, Fine and Howard made three.
"We don't know the problem
But here is a pill
Please see the receptionist
she'll give you the bill"
He scoured the phonebook
for a Doctor to see
He'd see a urologist,
who just made him pee
The Doctors repeated
the same mantra they sung
"We don't take your insurance.
I hope it's cash that you brung."
About to quit searching
He scoured the nation
He found the one doctor
to ease his frustration.
"You have PD.' he said
"Please take this bill.
Now see the Receptionist
She'll give you my bill"
You've now heard his story
and if you hadn't guessed
the tale is about me
I'm the one so blessed.
Despite all the runaround
the Doctors and Nurses,
I remain optimistic
you'll not hear me curses.
For Depression I found
just wasted my time
I'm done with this tale
I can no longer rhyme.
It was early December
The sky it was pouring
Quite cold He'd remember
Another day boring.
He was reviewing a Contract
and while making an annotation
The hand of Marc, The Attorney
was causing him frustration
His writing was shrinking
Microscopic some say
He hadn't been drinking
It just came out that way
He tried felt and ball point
He found no solution
Was Marc, the Attorney
Stuck with written diminution
Soon he detected
discomfort while driving
His foot was affected
the pleasure depriving
Now his arm remained stagnent
whenever he walked
"See a Doctor," his wife said
He no longer balked
He went to the First Doc
Doctor Howard was he
He conferred with his flock
Howard, Fine and Howard made three.
"We don't know the problem
But here is a pill
Please see the receptionist
she'll give you the bill"
He scoured the phonebook
for a Doctor to see
He'd see a urologist,
who just made him pee
The Doctors repeated
the same mantra they sung
"We don't take your insurance.
I hope it's cash that you brung."
About to quit searching
He scoured the nation
He found the one doctor
to ease his frustration.
"You have PD.' he said
"Please take this bill.
Now see the Receptionist
She'll give you my bill"
You've now heard his story
and if you hadn't guessed
the tale is about me
I'm the one so blessed.
Despite all the runaround
the Doctors and Nurses,
I remain optimistic
you'll not hear me curses.
For Depression I found
just wasted my time
I'm done with this tale
I can no longer rhyme.
Sunday, December 5, 2010
December 5, 2010. Paperback Writer
We all live many lives.
As a child, I like many other boys of my generation, wanted to play baseball. I was slow and couldn't hit a curveball.
As a teenager I wanted to be a Rock and Roll Singer. I can't hear a beat, and am completely and utterly tone deaf.
In College, I wanted Girls. That's for another story.
In Law School I wanted to argue before the Supreme Court. That actually has happened. On my last trip to Washington, I got into a heated argument with a Tea Partier protesting in front of the Court. I remember asking him, "Justice Thomas, don't you think that this is inappropriate?"
Around the time that I was diagnosed, I discovered the greatest outlet for my frustration and anger. I would write.
I started by recanting tales on a blog called "Memoirs of a Disgruntled Attorney." I went by the name of JelloMarx. These tales even bored me. I started writing parodies of songs, movies and my favorites, Dr. Seuss. I was elated the day that I learned that something that I wrote called "Eggs but no Ham," about a man named "Schwartz-I-Am." was posted in the New Orleans YMHA. Some of them were good, some not so good. But I found an outlet.
Friends and family wondered if I could be serious. I wrote on some Political sites, but found that most of the people there, both liberal and conservative are crazy.
One day, I decided to write about PD. The response has been great and it has kept me out of a funk.
I'd like to publish this, but it's not why I write it. I write because it helps me to remember how truly good my life has been and will continue to be.
As a child, I like many other boys of my generation, wanted to play baseball. I was slow and couldn't hit a curveball.
As a teenager I wanted to be a Rock and Roll Singer. I can't hear a beat, and am completely and utterly tone deaf.
In College, I wanted Girls. That's for another story.
In Law School I wanted to argue before the Supreme Court. That actually has happened. On my last trip to Washington, I got into a heated argument with a Tea Partier protesting in front of the Court. I remember asking him, "Justice Thomas, don't you think that this is inappropriate?"
Around the time that I was diagnosed, I discovered the greatest outlet for my frustration and anger. I would write.
I started by recanting tales on a blog called "Memoirs of a Disgruntled Attorney." I went by the name of JelloMarx. These tales even bored me. I started writing parodies of songs, movies and my favorites, Dr. Seuss. I was elated the day that I learned that something that I wrote called "Eggs but no Ham," about a man named "Schwartz-I-Am." was posted in the New Orleans YMHA. Some of them were good, some not so good. But I found an outlet.
Friends and family wondered if I could be serious. I wrote on some Political sites, but found that most of the people there, both liberal and conservative are crazy.
One day, I decided to write about PD. The response has been great and it has kept me out of a funk.
I'd like to publish this, but it's not why I write it. I write because it helps me to remember how truly good my life has been and will continue to be.
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