Diabetes Blog Week Day 2: Poetry (Under the D)

Today is the second day of Diabetes Blog Week. 

This year, Diabetes Blog Week and TuDiabetes are teaming up to bring out the poet in you! Write a poem, rhyme, ballad, haiku, or any other form of poetry about diabetes.

If anyone knows me, you'll know that I really like writing poetry, and that I really, really like wordplay and song parodies. (My autobiography may be called: "Ilana Lucas: Another F*$%ing Song Parody.") Over the past several months, my handbell group has been performing a version of "Under The Sea" from The Little Mermaid. 

I, naturally, started to think about it as, "Under the D."  Here's our last performance, so you can listen and sing along. I give you: Under The D.

 

The treatment is always easier

With somebody else’s “type”

You dream of a cure in five years

That turns out to just be hype

But look at the bills around you

Expenses grow more and more

Your day-to-day life confounds you

What more can you bolus for?

Under the D

Under the D

Nothing is dumber

Than self worth by number

Of A1c

A pancreas you can’t replace

When all that you can do is give chase

Glucoaster riding

Barely subsiding

Under the D

You’re tired of D-cheerleading

To awareness- and fund-raise

You find your morale is bleeding

But everything bleeds these days

You’ve just got to get connected

In worldwide community

You won’t drown, but be respected:

You’re under the D-O-C!

Under the D

Under the D

Your calculations

And ministrations

Just sorcery!

Taking injections like a chump

Or just always attached to a pump

No getaways here

Counting our days here

Under the D

Under the D

We’re doing time fo’

No crime but auto-

Immunity

Under a white blood cell assault-

How dare you say it’s anyone’s fault?

We take exception

To your perception

Under the D

The basal appraisal

Bolus that trolls us

Carbs with the barbs

The endo cajoles us

Lancet will dance it

SWAGing, we chance it

Yes, we can eat that dough!

We slip from a strip

Inaccurate facts

We flip at a quip

That’s lacking in tact

We sigh at a high

A site in the thigh

And oh, those hypos blow!

Under the D

The D-O-C

When you have no choice

Raise up that e-voice

With agency!

When diabetes tells you “quit,”

Know that you’ll never listen to it

You’re a survivor

And you will strive here

Under the D

We’ll talk it out here

Until we shout here

The D-O-C

Each little Tweeter

Whose blood is sweeter

Adds to the chorus

You can’t ignore us

Starting a movement

‘Til there’s improvement

The D-O-C!