Paleopoem

Paleopoem

There's a woman on the west coast
A prolific burner of toast
She's not feeling good
Not good as she should
Just 'ok, fine' at the most

Her gusto for life has faded
Her energy stores; down-graded
It could be the meds
She takes for her head
That's making her seem so jaded

So many goals are in her head
Stuff to do before she is dead
But motivation's flat
WTF is it at?
And she does a duvet dive instead

I don't think her prob is mental
I think it's what's on her table
Too many carbos
'n blood sugar yo-yos
She needs to get herself stable

Deep history gave us our genes
We're not as evolved as it seems
Our bodies like meat
More than grains and wheat
And loves lots of nuts, fruits and greens

So for the next thirty one days
She will alter her eating ways
Gonna give it a whirl
Grrr! Eat like cave girl!
And hope to find the oomph that she craves!

A poem.

I have trouble with poetry. I just don't get a lot of it. Often, when I read a poem, it just sounds all wrong to me. I still read poetry once in a while though cos sometimes I find something I like, like this...

just about anything

i
used to
approach women

solely

on my good
looks

when
that failed
i tried writing

i heard it
said
somewhere
before

that
desperate
people
will
try

just
about
anything

- Wayne Keon

It gave me a laugh and has been in my head for a few days now so I think that means that I like.