Tuesday, May 13, 2014

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-
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!