Tonsillitis Poem by Indira Renganathan
Tonsillitis
As the Matter of Satan
Satanic he deals the matter
Craving edacious, gluttonous
Eating, drinking junky
The Tongue our food
As the Matter of God
They mind their matter
Hooding guarding vigilant
Well picketing predators
The tonsils from food
As a matter of wellness
A war with the predators
Die hard the Tonsils the best
In vain just for Tonsillitis
Win or loose betterment anyway
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