Constipation (Humor Poem)

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Searching for the early Parkinson’s twitch
Or the Alzheimer’s gap, I gently trudge past
The eponyms that could define me
When my knee makes creaky noises a habit
And my knuckles crunch as I type the keyboard
Of an old typewriter

And perhaps if I was lucky enough
I would have a disease named after me
Gunawardana, a lengthy name for perhaps
An extra dose of constipation that killed
A man who got stuck in a rut
– of slow and muscled solids

And wouldn’t that be a sweet death
When that last meal you had – Spaghetti with meatballs
At that plush pasta joint in Colombo
Gets stuck inside the most pathetic of places
And I guess no one told me that meal
Of an extra dose of flour stuffed with animal protein
Could give me an actual heart attack
From the wrong end

And as I lie at the pearly gates, about to enter heaven
I would be like that Goldfish in a fish bowl
A little extra spaghetti poop still stuck in my behind
Telling a bewildered God.

Shit Happens…….

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Author: meandererworld (Dilantha Gunawardana)

Dr Dilantha Gunawardana is a molecular biologist who graduated from the University of Melbourne. He moonlights as a poet. His poems have been accepted/published in Forage, American Journal of Poetry, Kitaab, Eastlit and Ravens Perch. He mixes science with poetry for a living, when what matters is the expression of both DNA and words into something serendipitous. Although an Australian citizen, Dilantha is domiciled in Sri Lanka, his country of birth.

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