poetry

Limericks

I once knew this 'punk came from Texas
His treatments were so damn expensive
He took workers comp, insurance, no fault
He's renting a room from a dentist
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I got into the needling profession
To heal the sick from depression
But due to my bill
they seem to stay ill
they come but once in a recession

Haiku

The telephone rings
"How much are my treatments?"
If you have to ask...
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Body, mind, spirit
My needles can touch your soul
Eighty dollars, please
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