Hello, I'm BluePuffin!!
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.
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| Chickopengo aka bluepuffin’s cousin |
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| 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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