Poet You'Re Suffering From 'Metaphor' Poem by Cecelia GrantPeters

The Doctor checked my vitals and the Neurosurgeon too
The Nurses checked my blood pressure until my arm went blue
Then the Doctor told me something I had never heard before
She said; "Poet, you're suffering from Metaphor,
I don't think that I have ever seen such a serious case before.
Words are clogging up your arteries and they ooze from every pore
It's a case unlike any I have ever seen before,
You have WORDS inside your bones
In your teeth and in your jaw,
Words that rhyme and words that won't
Words do that do and words that don't.
Your blood pressure is immeasurable
Your vital signs are pleasurable
Your heart beats are in tune with WORDS and hints of common LORE
And your case is one of which the likes we have never seen before
You have Creative RUSE inside your shoes
And your blood flow's overflowing with what we call the MUSE."

He confirmed I had Neurosis
He confirmed it was Psychosis
And the vital Diagnosis
Brought a promising Prognosis
Then they took me to Psychology
They examined my Biology
And my unique Physiology
Meant a visit to Neurology
Which, confirmed I had The LORE
And the LORE was unlike any they had ever seen before
The most serious case they said of the deadly Metaphor
They said; "Poet, you're suffering from Metaphor"
And never has there been such a serious case before
Can you feel it in your teeth?
Can you feel it in your Jaw?

You have WORDS in your bones in your lungs and in your jaw
Your blood pressure is immeasurable
Your vital signs are pleasurable
You have MUSE in your shoes
You have POETRY in your jaw
You have adjectives and adverbs
Oozing out from your every pore
Your arteries are blocked with words that will and words that won't
Your vital signs are flowing With the MUSE and WORDS that don't
You have Creative RUSE inside your shoes
And your blood flow's overflowing with what we call the MUSE."

The doctor told me; "Poet you are very very ill
You must write down every word that comes into your head....then chill
There's nothing wrong with you she said
The problem lies inside your head
You must go home now and write now..... Like you never did before
Because, Poet, you're suffering from Metaphor"
The prognosis was impeccable and the Diagnosis good
And I went home straight away as the Doctor said I should
I said; "Doctor, May I interject, your diagnosis is correct
I can feel it in my joints, I can feel it in my jaw
I can feel it in my stomach like I've never felt before
Doctor I'm suffering from Metaphor......