Ode to Bill

Ode to Bill
(reminisces of an meeting he "chaired")

Smooth words, flowing like honey, gentle
like diarrhea, before your anus gets chaffed.
Words dulling the senses, blinding the mind
till you're lost in a world of sounds.

Dulled, dazed, mesmerized by gentle words
lacking inflection, passion or breaks.
Agreeing with anything said: yes yes!
YES! manning as blindly as a cult member.

Fearing to fall asleep, wondering why not;
praying I've not sold out totally!
Poor zombie! Dead to the world, hoping, praying
the coat of honey colored dung will wear off.

I plan on sending a copy of this to "Bill' when I retire another 5 to 7 years.

HILDA SNORZ