August 16, 2024

shitty healthcare testimonial and stuff

 Hello, I'm BluePuffin!!

 I haven’t written much recently, due to my rising hyperfixation on loom bands. I’ll share 2 poems and a more recent short one. This time, the song recommendations are reminiscent of some years ago. Here they are:

again to the hospital


looking back today

it’s not “haha, hooray”

to the hospital i go

once again again i go


they told me to go to another

there there’s no dermatology

i ate my lunch and didn’t bother

as the bubbles grew crazy


sat for two or less hours

making, with loom bands, flowers

a toddler came up and fleeted

after with the word “hi” i greeted


finally my name was called

they looked and told me what i was told

and the doctor waited to talk with someone

and while she waited more time became gone


it was four ‘o 4 pm at the time

healthcare’s free, don’t cost a dime

not free, the taxpayers it pay

oh sky, it’s too late, not okay


the dermatologist stopped working at 4

it was 5 minutes past their closing time

and as they wouldn’t be paid even one more dime,

they refused to even check me anymore


and the bubbles grew crazy

and my mother grew mad

not at me, at this broken system

healthcare, lost a day with that


i don’t got a family doctor

but i need a family doctor

but there is no family doctor

how will i get family doctor?


 Written on 2024/08/12 by me. The poem describes the hardships of me going to the hospital that day and having my needs not being fulfilled.


fuck it.


now august came

a new month, a new game

a new me, a new fame

a lost friend, a new mate


september’s near

november’s near

they seem so far

from that time last year


there is a fear

to cross again the bar

by going to school

am i am i not cool?


fuck it

if i’m not cool or not

and while summer brews hot

i know nothing ‘bout it


you may laugh with me

you may laugh at me

at the end of the day

i won’t give a shit


fuck it

if you call me gay

i couldn’t care less

than a rich dude without stress


 Written on 2024/08/07 by me. The title says it all.


 before sleep


i would be looming if i didn’t forget to write

but i can loom tomorrow, gotta do the right

regulate my time doings before time takes flight

anything to help me sleep at night


took my medication already 

i don’t know how it works and i likely never will

after brushing and stuff, i’ll be ready

to sleep after all, though i’ll be awake before all


tomorrow i’ll end making a blue chickopenguin

if you will, i could call it the pengo a puffin

i don’t feel like nothing as i write, i do

the breeze that flows from the door is due


 Written on 2024/08/15. Described what was happening at the time I wrote.


 Conclusion


 I’m very aware this entry has way less poem explanation and doesn’t even have opinions on the songs, but I hope you like it anyways.

Chickopengo aka bluepuffin’s cousin

Chickopengo after having a stroke. Though once revived after a stroke before, this time, he died once and for all. Rest in peace 🕊️
2024/08/16-2024/08/16





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hello nah

is it too late to say im sorry also i broke my own promise welp. ive been busy making an mv