A BRIEF PILGRIMAGE

Sweat City beckons
and I needs must go.

It does no good to whine
When it’s time
To make a pilgrimage
To the Great Corp’rate Salt Mine.

Pack the bag... what a drag.
Clean shirt, tie, socks, and gotkes, too.
(Just wait’ll I get my Hanes on, you!)
Fresh razor blades and
The daily dose of pills.
What, no Lipitor? - That thought gives me chills.
Toothbrush and paste.
No time to waste,
The silver bus (the one with wings)
Is many things,
But “patient” ain’t among ’em. Make haste.

And now...
must fly!
Houston calls!
Bye!