Some poetry from an australian sufferer for awareness day please copy and share

Poem 2 The Cause and Cure

CH - The Cause and Cure



We have a hypothalamus and, oh, but for the life of us,

It plays up, stays up, breaks up and wakes us up.

My little hypothalamus, big like hippopotamus,

It must’ve fostered cluster and you’re busted down to hell with us.



Medication, meditation, seditation, tried the lot.

Lithium and calcium, lidocaine, tried smoking pot.

Caffergotcha, melatonin, teeth pulled, stop your moaning,

Accupuncture, coca cola, anything to stop the rot.



Hot packs, cold packs, predni-poison, dopey-max,

Ibuprofen and religion, snorted mustard, visited quacks.

Imitrex and quick sex, goodness knows what hex is next,

Don’t tell us, hypothalamus, we all must just learn to relax.



Hoo-doo, voo-doo, kudzu, verapomil,

Boo-hoo, no O2. Like you, I can’t stand still.

Head-banging til it’s bleeding. Gimme strength, it’s all I’m needing,

Pills chill my thrills, hypothalamus, I’m filled with the will to kill.



So, hypothalamus, tell us tales we’ll all believe,

Why you swipe at all the lot of us with a pain we can’t relieve.

Did you have a lousy childhood? Dad a thug, your mother no good,

Or are you just a nasty basket who deceives to achieve?



Ha, we’ve got you, hypothalamus! Feisty beastie that you be.

We’ve seen you beat and cheat us, now we see your destiny.

We suffer rough and tough, so stuff your bluff we’ve had enough,

I’ve now got lots of friends, it’s no longer just thee and me.

 

(AussieBrian, ClusterHead)

Poem 3: Blessed be the o2

Blessed be the O2



O2, you be my wife,

To you I owe my life.

I lie with you, cry without you,

Die should I not have you.

Steel bottle, you're so beautiful,

Youthful, slim and touchable,

Seductive, seducive and

Oh! Just so sensual.



Your slinkiness and hardness

And coolness alone,

Render me speechless,

Entirely in your thrall.

Let me breathe of your breath,

New lease on life, not ugly death,

To live again, be a man again,

You're my be-all and end-all.



Those taps and gauges

Drive me wild with desire.

I must touch them and stroke them,

Like stoking a fire.

I'm burning and yearning

And hearing you calling,

Just seeing you there 

Like lingerie falling.



O2! Please hold me,

Let me be bold with you.

We'll snuggle and cuddle,

Kill this monster a-borning.

It's not just chance meeting,

Or love so fleeting,

Thank you, O2,

I'll respect you in the morning.



 

(AussieBrian, ClusterHead)

Wow, awesome stuff.