Stress Level (A Poem)

Sit down there. Have a care. Listen to some tunes. Put in the headphones. Ignore the loons upstairs. No one even cares. It’s not like you can be caught unawares. No one ever stops and stares. Listen to the rhyme. Have a good time. Eat a lime and pucker up. Refuse the offered buttercup. Catch the rude dude on the swing. It’s just mood, dude, what you’re fighting. Eat it up. Information in a cup. Overdrink and spit it out. Give your forehead a good clout. Find a stout stick and stick it out. Sit down there, and pout it out.


Stand up now. Have a cow and rush and row. Realize what you forgot. You’ve let your brain turn into rot. And now you’ve got a lot to do. Panic till you see it through. Be frustrated, down and blue. Be sleepless, helpless. Be self-sufficient. Die a little. Ha! That’s inefficient. Sigh and moan. These wounds of woe. Weep and sigh. Carry on so. They don’t seem to want to leave you, though. Stand up now, it’s time to go.


Kneel and pray. Let Him have say. Practice joy up on your bed. Let it all flow out your head. Weep and groan and sigh and moan. You’re almost grown, you soldier, you. He’ll carry you home if you’re all through. Battle scars and wounds all, too. He’ll help you till you’re finally you. Just let Him, and that’s what He’ll do. Shut up idiot, you know it’s true. Do it now, don’t take all day. Let your guard down all the way. Listen close now, Hear Him say: Kneel and Pray. Stray this way, into day.

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