Monday, April 9, 2012

Diabetes and the New Job: Imperfect Poetry Edition

Diabetes and The New Job get along pretty well for the most part. 

Except for the whole going-low-during-duty-once-a-day thing.

During cafeteria duty,

Or bus duty.

At no specific point in time

Around noon,

Or 3.

Diabetes can't agree with me.

It never comes when it's convenient.

I guess that's asking too much.

There so much more I want to see, 

but Diabetes won't agree with me.

I wish it would.

I wish it could.

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