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Your Cardiogram Shows Improvement But You Failed Your Stress Test
by Roger A. Ochs
Monday, September 23, 2002

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Stress!
Doc, you don't know shit
About stress
But let me set my piece
On three round bursts
And I'll be glad to teach you.

It's being on the bird
Tan Son Nhut to base camp
Seeing a mushroom cloud

Not knowing all bombs make one
And from your fear of nukes
Pissing in your pants.

The crew saying nothing
From fear they might
Be next to freak.

It is 17 years
Of the straight life
Down the toilet bowl

'Cause it finally dawned
On your child bride
She's better off without you.

Without you
Your mood swings
Your inability to cope.

It's a life of
Jobless, homeless
Futureless, futility.

Knowing your last lover
Was probably
Your last love

"Cause you are
Fat and bald
And fifty-something.

It's being a
Ward of the State
Receiving your reward

Three hots and a cot
For the pants you pissed
The people you killed

The clap you caught
The years you lost
To nightmares

Stress!
Doc, you measure it
I live it
Thinking it's only
One more way
To jumpstart my heart.


Than Son Nhut was the Saigon Airport.
All bombs do make mushroom clouds. The size and colors vary.
I'm the one holding the sword and severed head of a literary critic.

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Reviewed by Beverly Scofield 6/2/2009
Impressive, gnarly, gritty. Whew!

SilverBee
Reviewed by Tinka Boukes 12/4/2002
stressful poem ...but 50 is not that bad if it belongs to your ID document and not you...see thats my way of coping with that age thing......lol
Love
Tinka
Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner 11/13/2002
(((HUGS))) i'm sorry you went through this...love, zoomie
Reviewed by Rosalie Gattuso 9/29/2002
Very Much to the point my friend. Very deep!
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader) 9/23/2002
Only those who have lived it or lived with those who have can truly understand the dark pain, thinly disguised as humor.
Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado 9/23/2002
exceptional depth throughout this!! great work!!
Reviewed by Calendula Petal (Reader) 9/23/2002
I dont even want to think about it, but I cant help doing so. This was an amazing piece of poetry.
As for the picture....well, he does have rather a big weapon in his hand, so I wouldnt argue......?
Reviewed by *********** ********** (Reader) 9/23/2002
Yup you said it.Such stuff as nightmares are made of.....Excellent, depthful write..Thanks, Dani

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