You and the doctor

 You go to the doctor and it’s like you are going
to an out of space health program.
He asks you questions to make you feel bad,
questions to make you feel the fever
entering slowly in your soul.
You have a sore throat but it doesn’t matter
you have a stomach ache but you need to prove
that your blood pressure is fine
–convenient power in an armless mind-.

The doctor thinks that nobody smoke cigarettes
nobody drink coca cola or eating junk food.
You have to prove that you have a natural sickness
a biblical disorder, the nothing rare but always weird.

You go to the family doctor for a check up
and when you go out you fill in a form for a psychologist
to see if you’ve been a bad person to yourself
to make sure that your happiness glass
is half full of fake life and half empty of glamorous death.