Two short poems

I was sitting in the waiting room of my doctor's office this morning and to keep from being bored to death, I wrote 2 short poems.  I hope that somebody likes them.

The voice of the medical assistant

Get yourself seated
Don't make me repeat it
You thought you'd fun
But that time is done
Even if you needed it


The voice of a sadist

Stick your middle finger
In the washer wringer
If your head's not in a cloud
You'll scream right out loud
And sound like a singer

The world needs poetry!

Oh if the world would exist without a poem
One would need to write a book like a tome
Words would need to flow
From my head to my toe
So I could reproduce them while I roam

Intelligence, not acquired

Intelligence, not acquired

By Rob Hood© 8-22-14

A young fellow with terrible taste

Swallowed gobs of library paste

He wanted to gain knowledge

While too poor for college

It went out as bodily waste.

She could see through his efforts

 She could see through his efforts

A woman was peeved at her mate…*
Who gave every reason  to hate
His each and every move
Though he tried to improve
All his efforts were light weight

Obsessions can be costly

 Obsessions can be costly

A fellow was very obsessed
With his need to be blessed
He had so very little hope
To be blessed by the pope
So he felt continually stressed

There's a new law against protesting

 There's a new law against protesting

Do you want to go to the Senate?  You can't anymore
With a negative sign, the law and the police will abhor
They don't care for your input, they don't want to know
All they for is their money and their standing should grow
So they'll fill you with spin
And they won't let you in

Drugs can mess you up

Drugs can mess you up

A woman was asked to explain
Why most of her family were insane
She told it long
As in a folk song
Which blamed it all on cocaine